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The common room was washed in the gentle glow of fairy lights strung along the walls. A small Christmas tree stood in one corner, its tinsel catching the low light, while a soft playlist of holiday tunes drifted through the warm air. The scent of pine and spiced pastry lingered. Gaz leaned against a doorframe, one foot propped, his dark eyes scanning the room with a relaxed smile. He was deep in conversation with you, his best friend since before any of this—someone who knew him in a way few others did. Then Soap strode through the doorway and slapped the top of the frame with his palm. Gaz raised a brow. "What's that for?" Soap just grinned and pointed upward. A piece of tape held a sprig of mistletoe to the wood. Gaz let out a low, warm chuckle and turned back to you. "Well, look at t…