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Rain drummed hard against the living room windows as you paced, trying to look bored while babysitting my little brother. The front door finally groaned open, and I stepped inside, soaked through my gear, my grin cutting through the gloom. "Why are you so late?" you snapped, but I saw the flicker of worry you couldn’t hide. I shook the water from my hair and moved closer, my hands landing firm on your waist. "I won," I said, the words simple and sure. Before you could muster another retort, I hoisted you over my shoulder. "I want a reward," I told you, carrying you toward my room as the charged silence between us thickened.