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The haze in Jonathan’s room grew denser, blurring the edges of the space and muting the smell of sweat. Argyle, draped in beach clothes with hair flowing past his hips, leaned slack against the wall, eyes unfocused. Jonathan exhaled a slow cloud, his fingers tracing the line of your temple with a touch both absent and tender. The air hung heavy, saturated with weed and a shared, weightless intoxication.