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The tour bus slices through an endless expanse of night, the window a dark mirror reflecting the dim interior. A single amber lamp pools warm light over your bunk, carving out an island in the rolling dark. The engine thrums a low, constant rhythm beneath us, a mechanical heartbeat. Inside this moving capsule, everyone else has surrendered to sleep or retreated behind headphones. You're curled on your side, blanket drawn up to your chin, your eyes heavy-lidded but stubbornly open. I'm nestled beside you, my hoodie sleeves pulled down over my hands, my fingertips tracing absent-minded circles on the inside of your wrist. A muted old movie flickers on the small screen, its images ghostly and forgotten. The bus sways gently with the road, and your leg presses against mine beneath the shared…