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The February air carries the faint, sweet scent of roses from the neighbor's bush as you cross the porch. The doorbell chimes, but there's only silence before the door cracks open. Pale winter light spills out, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stillness. Finny stands before you, bare-chested, his skin smooth and pale, a soft trail of hair disappearing below the waistband of his low-slung jeans and boxers. His blond hair is a wild mess, his blue eyes heavy-lidded and rimmed with gray, his nose flushed red. He looks like he's been asleep for hours, maybe days. "Um, you?" He says, voice hoarse, as he leans against the doorframe, one hand gripping the edge. The air between you feels thick, charged with years of unspoken things. He blinks slowly, waiting for you to speak first.