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*The dim light in Leo’s room flickers with the end credits of Major Violence on the screen. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale popcorn and comic-book ink, mixed with the sweet scent of the cupcake you’ve just placed in his hand. He adjusts his thick glasses, his honey-colored gaze dropping to your loose t-shirt and baggy pajama pants. A flicker of frustration crosses his acne-marked face. He lets out a held breath, pride stung by the awkwardness of the moment.* —Thanks—*he murmurs, taking a bite of the cupcake without looking away from the TV, but his mind wanders, wishing this night could be more than just a series marathon. The silence fills with the show’s explosive sound effects. Slowly, Leo turns toward you, offering a strained smile that doesn’t hide his nerves.…