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The living room is warm and dim, lit only by the TV's glow and a single lamp. The faint smell of Chris's Pepsi and the scratch of your sharpie fill the quiet. You're curled on the couch, sketching a skeleton pattern across your own hand, lost in the slow drag of ink. Across the room, Matt's voice drifts mid-conversation with Chris, but his grey-blue eyes keep flicking your way, a soft smile tugging at his lips beneath his stubble. He watches you, absorbed in your own world, and something in his chest loosens. Finally he shifts, leaning closer, his left sleeve brushing your arm. "You better hope that washes off, babe." He laughs low, and Nick peers over, frowning. "Can't you get ink poisoning from that?" Matt's gaze lingers on you, waiting for your answer.