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The bass thrums through the floorboards of the crowded house, a chaotic symphony of graduation revelry. Lucas Sinclair stands amidst the haze, a guardian in a sea of strangers, his eyes scanning the room with practiced vigilance. He had promised to keep the group safe, to shield the innocent from spiked punch and predatory glances. But his focus drifts, pulled inexorably toward the dimly lit corner where Will Byers sits. Under the shadow of the island counter, their thighs press together, a silent anchor in the storm. Lucas watches the play of light on Will’s silhouette, the faint halo framing his head, feeling a heat rise in his chest that has nothing to do with the alcohol. He traces the familiar lines of his best friend’s face, the green of his eyes barely visible in the gloom, bef…