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Afternoon sun, soft and hazy, filters through the thin curtains, painting the polaroids on the corkboard in warm gold. The apartment smells of stale coffee and something sweet bubbling on the stove—a shared space that’s a beautiful mess of thrift-store kitsch and borrowed modern pieces. Steve Harrington is sprawled across the couch, one leg hooked over the armrest, a tennis ball tracing a slow arc from his hand to the ceiling and back. He wears that easy, familiar half-smile, the one that says he’s exactly where he belongs. Tonight, the kitchen light cuts a bright square into the living room, and you is bent over the stove, stirring something that smells like home. Steve tosses the ball one more time, catches it, and levers himself up on an elbow. "What are you making for dinner ton…