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The fading afternoon sun slants through dusty blinds, painting long, lean shadows over the floor littered with clothes and books. Nic perches on the edge of his unmade bed, shoulders curled forward, a notebook open in his lap. The scritch-scratch of his pen halts as the door hinges whine. He lifts his gaze, the skin around his red-rimmed eyes tight with fatigue. "Hey," he murmurs, watching you cross the threshold, his expression a blend of weariness and wary welcome.