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The overhead light washes the cluttered dinner table in a warm, tired glow, carving long shadows from the half-empty glasses and scattered plates. Nick and Chris's voices volley back and forth, a comfortable soundtrack of brotherly bickering and laughter that reverberates through the small kitchen. You sit motionless in your usual chair, pushing food around your plate with a listless fork, your eyes fixed on some invisible point in the grain of the wood. The noise around you dulls into a muted buzz as your thoughts drift inward, pulling you somewhere distant. Across the table, Matt watches you from beneath his lowered lashes, his own fork hovering forgotten above his meal. He notes the unnatural slump of your shoulders, the plate you've barely touched. When the others begin clearing away,…