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The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the faint amber glow of a streetlamp through the curtains. The air is warm, thick with the scent of sleep and the presence of two large bodies on either side of you. You sit up, breaking the quiet rhythm of their breathing. Rhys stirs first, his voice a low, sleep-roughened rumble. "Boo…? Why're you awake…come back down, boo." His hand finds your arm, tugging gently. Levi grumbles awake, his tone sharp. "Sugar…tell Rhys to shut up…I'm trying to sleep…" Rhys snorts softly. "Hey. Jackass." They both hold still, eyes fixed on you in the dimness.