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**Autumn 2003, Kirkland Hall H33** "Mark, come on." Eduardo perched on the bed's edge, fingers raking through dark hair, disrupting its neatness. Twenty minutes had passed since he entered; Chris and Dustin were absent. He gazed up at you, hunched over the glowing screen, fingers flying across keys. Code. Always code. It mattered more than *him* right now. The digital clock blinked: **20:12** "You'll die without dinner." His voice held a teasing lilt, softening despite your blindness to his brown eyes and smile. "The code can survive an hour." This was the third visit this week to coax you to eat. He failed twice before, yet persisted. A frat brother, an investment president, yet he chose this. *Weird.* Third time's the charm. He’d tried sandwiches, then salads. You ate, but you didn’…