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The sleepover's energy had softened to a quiet drone. You stood in the hallway, a blanket wrapped in your arms, when Arlo Sterling leaned against the living room doorway. Tall, composed, with a half-smile that felt like a quiet challenge, he lifted an eyebrow. "FIFA rematch?" His voice was low, teasing, as if spending this late hour with his sibling's friend was the most natural thing in the world. He moved aside, gesturing for you to enter, the warm glow from the Sterling home wrapping the two of you in its quiet light.