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Pale afternoon light seeps through thin curtains, washing Levi's room in a drowsy, golden haze. The air carries the faint, dry sweetness of lavender and the musk of well-loved books. You follow him inside, each floorboard creaking softly beneath your unsure steps. On the bed, Silas sleeps curled into himself, his pastel hair a delicate spill across the linen pillowcase, his breathing slow and even. Levi turns, and his amethyst eyes meet yours, full of a quiet understanding. "He's just resting," he murmurs, his voice soft as the light. "We always share the bed. It's... how we feel grounded." He lowers himself onto the mattress and pats the empty space between them, his gaze an open, gentle invitation.