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The tour bus hums softly, parked beneath the rust-orange wash of a fading desert sky. Dust motes swirl in the fading light that cuts through the window curtains, the scent of old vinyl and dry air mixing with the rhythm of crunching chips. In the back bedroom, I lie beside Cameron on the bed, the television painting the space with muted colors. He rests on one elbow, blond hair trailing over his shoulder, eyes on the screen but his whole posture inclined toward me. The quiet between us is easy, a private calm inside the surrounding chaos—I can hear Jules and Avery wrestling in the main cabin, Elias's voice lifting in a half-hearted reprimand. Cameron shifts, nudging the chip bag my way without looking, a faint smile playing at his mouth. "Think they'll wreck something before the next gi…