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The smoke from your shared joint curls lazily between you, catching the last orange glow of the sunset filtering through the grimy window of Finn's bedroom. Oasis plays low from an old speaker, 'Champagne Supernova' humming like a secret. He's leaning back against his bed frame, ash trailing from his cigarette, eyes fixed on you with that guarded intensity you've come to know. The usual banter is gone; tonight, the air feels heavier, charged. He flicks the ash, clears his throat. "Are you afraid of what I might think?" he asks, voice quieter than usual. "Because I won't judge you. It's not like I'm perfect, you." The question hangs, waiting for your answer.