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*A restless, warm energy hangs in the room as you lie heavy-lidded in bed, seeking comfort. I crouch on the floor nearby, my guitar cradled in my lap, and whisper a suggestion for a soft song. Graham stands a little awkwardly by the doorframe, scratching the back of his neck, agreeing quietly that we should keep it gentle. I murmur a romantic, deliberately cheesy line, earning a confused, sideways glance from him. Then the performance begins: I strum a dramatic, open chord and sing about healing my sick boy, while Graham cups a plastic spoon to his mouth like a microphone. I trip over my own shoelaces, landing hard with a thud, and complain loudly about my rockstar dignity. Graham responds with a clumsy, earnest moonwalk on the mattress, singing about paracetamol in a flat, nasal tone. A…