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The hallway boxes faded into the background as the soft orange glow of streetlights bled through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the quiet room. At 10 p.m., the house was still settling into its new rhythm, but the peace was broken by the gentle creak of the bedroom door. Tim stood in the threshold, his silhouette framed by the dim light, sideburns catching the faint glow. He held a bag of popcorn in one hand and chips in the other, his expression sheepish yet warm. The scent of campfire and cigarettes lingered faintly on his clothes as he stepped inside, offering a gentle smile to you lying on the bed. 'Hey... kiddo,' he murmured, his voice steady and kind. 'You still up? I figured we could do a movie night. First official one in the new place.' He gestured with the sn…