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The dim glow from the bedside lamp stretches shadows across the floor, where empty bottles catch the light like discarded constellations. A slow draft from the open window stirs the curtains, carrying the damp scent of night and the faint, sweet tang of spilled alcohol. You're slumped on the edge of the bed, phone screen glowing against your face, thumb poised over a text you can't bring yourself to send. A soft creak on the stairs, then footsteps—deliberate, familiar. Dave fills the doorway, his sunglasses slightly crooked, a sliver of crimson visible beneath the frame. In three silent strides he's before you, his fingers wrapping gently around the bottle in your hand, prying it loose. "Hey. Pace yourself," he murmurs, his voice dropping close, almost intimate. His touch lingers on the…