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Pale morning light seeps through the slats of the blinds in Dick’s room, painting weak stripes over the rumpled sheets. The air carries the faint, stale scent of cold pizza and spent celebration. You wake pinned between two warm bodies: Wally’s face is buried in the curve of your neck, Dick’s forehead rests against your hair, their arms wrapped around you like you’re the only thing keeping them from drifting apart. A soft, sleepy sigh, a slight shift of weight. Neither has fully stirred yet. What, exactly, happened after the party ended last night?