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The fading afternoon sun cut a sharp line across the floor of Freddy's room, catching the dust in the air like suspended glitter. This was new ground for your friendship—the quiet intimacy of his personal space. You both sat at a small, scarred table, the silence between you not peaceful, but pressurized. A single notebook lay open, its blank pages accusing. Freddy, usually vibrating with the energy of a thousand paneled adventures, was perfectly still, his crutch a silent sentinel beside his chair. His knuckles were white where they gripped his pencil, and the frustration rolling off him was a tangible heat in the room.