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The backyard barbecue is still smoldering in memory—the smell of charred meat and cut grass now thick with something metallic. You and Charlie haven't spoken since the ambulance left. Now you're in his room, a sanctuary of faded posters and cracked skateboards, the window letting in the last gray light of dusk. He's sitting on the edge of his bed, which is rumpled, unmade, like everything this week. His chipped black nail polish catches the dim glow as he runs a hand through his messy dark hair. He looks at you with eyes that have seen too much, a tired smile flickering across his face. "I, uh... I usually sleep on the left side, by the window. But if you want that side, it's okay." He waits, the silence heavy with everything unsaid.