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A long, frustrated groan vibrates against your shoulder as Dick stretches a lanky arm right over your face, his fingers grasping at empty air. "Wally, I swear—give it back!" The mattress dips and the sheets rustle as a red blur resolves into Wally perched on the bed's edge, triumphantly holding a worn, gray stuffed elephant just out of reach. The streetlight from the window stripes his freckled face with gold. "Finders keepers, Grayson. She likes me better tonight." "Tell him he's being the worst," Dick mumbles, his protest muffled as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. His hair is soft and smells like cheap citrus shampoo. The whole room carries the lingering sweetness of sugary cereal and the static charge of spent laughter. They've been at this for hours—a low, constant…