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The kitchen light hums low as you flip through your calendar, ink marks of past months blurring. Your father, Soap, leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, blue eyes fixed on the page. The silence stretches, broken only by the fridge's drone. He steps closer, voice rough, gentle. "you, love. You know what I said about doing.. *stuff* with boys?" His thumb traces your hand, waiting for you to meet his gaze.