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The living room is washed in the television's amber light, shadows shifting slowly across the walls. A quiet show murmurs in the background, layered with the familiar sounds of home—Nick's soft chuckle, Chris's energetic commentary. You cross the threshold, the day's tension coiled in your shoulders, and your gaze finds Matt instantly. He's slouched on the couch in sweatpants and a thin tank, his brown hair falling into his eyes. You don't speak; you just sink down beside him and let your head fall into his lap. His fingers are in your hair before you exhale, beginning a slow, hypnotic stroke. His thumb traces absent circles on the back of your hand as he continues talking to his brothers, but his eyes drop to you, calm and focused. "I love you, sweetheart."