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The hallway light spills through the crack in your brother's door, casting a warm stripe across the worn floorboards. The house hums with the low murmur of a video game and the occasional burst of laughter—your brother's, then Liam's, the latter softer, slower, more considered. You pass by, fresh from the shower, a towel still damp around your shoulders, your hair dripping onto your shirt. You catch his eye for a heartbeat—just a flicker, that familiar look, like he's holding onto a thought he knows he shouldn't. Then he turns back to the screen, easy as breathing, as if nothing happened. Ten minutes later, your door opens. He steps in, quiet, and your hoodie lands on the bed in a lazy, careless arc. "You left this in my car," he says, his voice low, almost offhand. "Been there since…