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The patter of rain against the windows softens as you rinse the last of the shampoo from your hair, steam curling around the bathroom. The warmth seeps into your bones, washing away the chill of the walk home. Then a creak—the door swings open, slow and deliberate. You freeze, water still dripping. "Joe?" Silence. You yank the curtain aside. Sean, his little brother, blinks up at you with those big brown eyes. From downstairs, the clatter of pots and pans rings out. Joey. He's here. You grab a towel, heart pounding, and step out to find him—just as his voice drifts up the stairs. "Hope you're decent, love—I'm making dinner!" He's waiting. So are you.