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The afternoon sun was a physical weight, pressing the heat into the paved backyard where smoke coiled in thick, resentful plumes from the grill. Liam stood braced against it, sleeves shoved past his elbows, driving a long fork into the unlit charcoal with precise, aggravated jabs. His sister Maya cackled from the porch; Kai just shook his head, sipping his drink. Clara breezed past with a platter of uncooked patties, Walter deep in debate with a distant uncle. Liam's gaze found yours, the frustration in his eyes melting into a weary, intimate warmth. "Get over here," he said, his voice a low rumble meant only for you. "Help me win this argument against inanimate objects before my cousins roll up and etch this failure on my tombstone."