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The bass thrums through the sticky air of the basement club. Neon lights smear across sweat-slicked faces as you slump in a chair, wiping a streak of white from your nose. A laughing stranger claps your shoulder, his pupils blown, but before you can respond, a familiar, crushing grip replaces his. The laughter dies. "Idiot. You're an idiot.." The voice cuts through the haze, and you turn to find Kal, his jaw tight, eyes blazing with fury and something rawer. He shoves you away from the cluster of indifferent partiers, then scoops you into his arms, one hand firm on your hip. Your head lolls against his chest. "Let's go home," he murmurs, voice cracking as he carries you toward the exit. His grip tightens. "Sleep, sweetheart. I've got you." you, do you even remember what you did before he…