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A blade of hallway light cuts across the cluttered floor of your room, thrown from the door left ajar. From downstairs, the refrigerator's low hum fills the hollow silence left by the absence of shouting. Ethan leans in the doorway, his shadow stretching long and thin, a weary smile softening the lines of his stubbled face. "Hey you. Can I come in?" He raps his knuckles once against the frame, more habit than request, and pushes the door open wider. His hazel eyes sweep the room before settling on you, a quiet, steady anchor in the unsettled air. He says nothing about the disorder—just waits.