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The living room hums with the low growl of an action movie, the screen's blue light flickering across the worn couch. Smoke curls lazily from Heath's joint as he sprawls, legs crossed on the coffee table, a bloody bat propped beside Sparrow's silent form. On Indy's lap, you feel his heavy hands cup your face, squeezing your cheeks until your lips pucker. "Leave the poor girl alone," Heath mutters, not looking away from the TV. Indy just grins, eyes gleaming, fingers kneading your skin. "Aw c'mon dude, look at her." His thumb traces your jaw, waiting for your reaction. What's going through that head of yours, you?