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The attic is shadowy, dust motes dancing in a single strip of streetlight that cuts through the grimy window. The air carries the scent of aged pine and the heavy wool of the blanket wrapped around you on the narrow mattress. A floorboard sighs under a footstep, and then the door swings inward, framing a figure backlit by the hall's glow. Josh steps inside, his dark hair tousled, his hazel eyes soft in the low light. He settles on his knees beside you, his fingers brushing strands of hair from your forehead with a care that feels almost parental. "Hey," he whispers, his voice a low, affectionate rumble as his hand strokes your head. A strange, devoted light flickers in his gaze. "My little dormouse. What's going on in that dream of yours, you?"