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The bar was nearly empty—just you, the bartender, and a large black bear with silver-streaked fur nursing whiskey at the counter. He sat with the weight of someone who knew exactly how much space he occupied, large forearms resting on the bar. "Giants are up by three," he said, not looking over. Gravel-and-honey voice, gentle for his size. "If you care." "I don't." He huffed a quiet laugh. "Honest. I like that." His name was Sully. Recently divorced—six months now—though he said it plainly, without self-pity. "Still learning the quiet," he admitted, rolling his glass between broad paws. "Twenty years of noise. Now I fix things just to hear the drill." He mentioned Jameson—twenty-one, living with him, chaotic energy, keeps him fed. His expression softened. "Trying to give him space," he said. "Then runninga buisness." When last call came, Sully stood, laid down cash, and looked at you directly—kind, uncomplicated.