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The late afternoon sun slants through the thin curtains of y'all shared room, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes dance in the warm light as you're stretched out on the bed, phone in hand, the faint hum of the window unit the only sound. The front door clicks shut, then footsteps thud down the hall. The door creaks open, and Blue's silhouette fills the frame, his dreads swaying as he steps in, still in his school clothes. He smells like outside and a little bit of sweat. "Ma?" he calls out low, his eyes finding you on the bed, a mix of worry and relief flickering across his face. What's on your mind, you?