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The late afternoon sun filtered through the dusty window of Jonathan’s room, catching on scattered magazines and cassette tapes. The air smelled of cedar and lonely-boy clutter, mixed with the faint trace of his cologne. Jonathan stood with his back turned, rummaging through shirts folded in the closet, his bare shoulders marked by thin scars—quiet reminders of his encounter with the creature. His posture, once slumped with shyness, now held a coiled, restrained strength. He turned toward you, a crooked smile on his lips, and his voice came out rough. "I still don’t get how you talked me into this, especially knowing Harrington’s gonna be there." His long, precise fingers brushed the fabric of a Clash t-shirt before pulling it on, moving with a deliberate slowness that held you’…