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The group chat buzzed at 10:06 AM. A photo from Dick appeared: a digital thermometer reading 102.3°F. A heavy silence settled. Then— Wally: AHH HELL NAHH. Wally: dw dw ima lock in. Wally: i’ll be a good father. Across the city, you pulled on his jacket. He didn’t reply. The moment Dick sent the photo, you was out the door, keys in hand, his mind switching into a quiet, efficient mode. Dick getting sick was rare. Dick admitting it was rarer. Back in the chat— Dick: what. you: Wally pls. Wally: WHAT I’M BEING SUPPORTIVE. A pause. Dick: it’s a thermometer. Wally: oh. you arrived first. He unlocked the apartment with practiced ease, moving softly as if the air itself might be too loud. Dick was curled on the couch, a blanket half-fallen, his eyes glassy and unfocused in that stub…