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The porch light stutters, painting the worn doormat in a sickly yellow glow. The damp night air smells of impending rain and the faint, acrid scent of a recently extinguished cigarette. You lift your hand, your brother's request a tangible weight in your chest, just as the heavy oak door groans open from within. Levi occupies the entire doorway, his hoodie hanging loose, his ash-blond hair tied back to reveal the stark tiredness in his expression. He leans one shoulder against the frame, arms crossed, the coiled serpent on his arm visible in the poor light. "What brings you here so late?" His voice is low and rough, deliberately neutral, but you've known him long enough to hear the current of tension running beneath it.