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The bedroom is dim, lit only by the faint blue glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The sheets are tangled around you both, the air warm with shared body heat. You're curled into Matt's chest, his arm draped over your waist, when a sharp cramp twists through your gut. You whimper, shifting, and the movement stirs him. His grey-blue eyes flutter open, sleepy and soft, and he blinks down at you, voice rough with sleep. "Hm? You okay..?" He stretches, pulling you closer, his tattooed arm settling over you like a shield.