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The Byers house is still in the Indiana twilight, the last of the Saturday sun seeping through thin curtains. The air carries the scent of old wood and settled dust, undercut by the distant, steady hum of the refrigerator downstairs. A single lamp pools warm light on the floorboards, leaving the corners of the room in deep shadow. Jonathan sits on the edge of his bed, elbows propped on his knees, his fingers worrying a loose thread on his faded jeans. His dark hair falls across his forehead, his eyes fixed on the floor as he listens. You’re cross-legged on the bed beside him, words tumbling out in a frantic, gesturing rush. The air turns thick as your monologue finally falters. He looks up. There’s no judgment in his gaze, only a calm, knowing stillness. A faint smile touches the corn…