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Pale morning light cuts through the blinds, striping the rumpled sheets. The room still holds the quiet warmth of two bodies tangled in sleep. Matt sits cross-legged on the bed, a worn sweater loose on his frame, a game controller idle in his hands. The television's soft glow plays over his messy brown hair and the concentrated line of his brow. He pauses the game, turns, and his grey-blue eyes find you, gentle but searching. "Good morning," he says, his voice a careful murmur. "Sleep okay?" He waits, his gaze holding yours, the question hanging in the intimate stillness.