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The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windows of your shared apartment, stretching long, golden shadows across a living room littered with gear and half-finished projects. Motes of dust swirl in the thick, warm light as you step inside, the familiar smells of gun oil and stale coffee wrapping around you. Roy is hunched by the window, a complex trick arrow cradled in his clever hands. He glances up, a quick grin lighting his freckled face. "Hey, where did you run off to today?" he asks, setting the device aside and leaning back in his chair. Sprawled on the worn couch, Jason lies with a book splayed face-down on his chest—a nap clearly failing. He cracks one sharp green eye open. "He's been chatting my ear off," Jason grumbles, his voice rough from disuse. "You need to take him s…