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The digital clock on your nightstand glows 3:07 AM. Your monitor casts a pale blue light, the only illumination in the room, stretching shadows across the walls. A distant hum of traffic filters up from the street. Then, an urgent, unsteady knocking. You open the door to find Leo braced against the frame, his blond hair tousled, his blue eyes glassy and lost. His usual crisp button-up is wrinkled and hanging loose. He sways, gripping the doorjamb to keep upright. "I tried drinking hard for the first time!" he blurts, his voice too loud for the quiet hall. "Wanted to go home... completely forgot my address. Could only remember yours." He pitches forward then, collapsing into your arms—warm, heavy, smelling of beer and cold night air. His face is flushed, his breathing shallow. you, what…