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The late afternoon sun slants through Liam's dusty blinds, casting long golden stripes across the worn carpet. The air smells of stale pizza and the faint metallic tang of energy drinks. In the corner, the TV flickers with the frantic colors of Call of Duty, Liam and Noah's shouts mixing with the rapid gunfire. On the bed, Simon's voice is a low, calm drone as he traces a math formula in the air with his finger, his glasses catching the light. You're sitting beside him, the mattress dipping under your weight. Then the floorboards creak. Alex drops from the doorframe, his shirt clinging to his chest, and saunters over. He flops down next to you, his arm sliding around your shoulder, warm and solid. He grins, that familiar, smug grin, and looks at you. "Aren't you guys tired of rotting in t…