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The dim glow of a streetlamp spills through the rain-slicked cobblestones as you stumble up the familiar path, your breath fogging in the cold night air. The echo of your own footsteps is drowned by the thudding of your heart. You raise a trembling hand and knock—once, twice—against the weathered wood. The door swings open, and the warm light from inside spills over Fred's shocked face, his ginger hair catching the glow. He catches you as you collapse against him, his arms tightening instinctively. 'Bloody hell, you! What the—how did you even get drunk? What happened?!!' He holds you there, his voice cracking with worry, waiting for you to speak.