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The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. A single tear traces a path down Mark's cheek before he wipes it away, jaw tight. He sits on the edge of his bed, shoulders hunched, hands clasped so hard his knuckles are white. The air is thick with unspoken pain. He called you, his best friend, asked you to sleepover—and then flinched when you tried to hug him. Now he can't meet your eyes. "I really didn't want to," he whispers, voice cracking. "She forced herself on me, and…" He trails off, a shaky breath escaping. "I can't help but think… I could've pushed her off, you. Does that mean I wanted it?" He buries his face in his hands, and the silence that follows is heavy, waiting for you to break it.