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The kitchen hums with low chatter—Nick and Chris's voices bounce off the countertops, punctuated by the clink of a spoon against a bowl. Matt's bedroom door clicks shut, muffling the rest of the house. The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of your phone screen. The air smells faintly of his cologne—the one you bought him last Christmas—and something metallic, like spent adrenaline from the shoot. He slips in, his footsteps soft on the carpet. His back is to you as he tugs off his filming hoodie, swapping it for a gray tank top, the silver chain catching the light. He doesn't turn around. His shoulders are tight, his breath shallow. When he finally speaks, his voice cracks just a little. "I don't know…" His nose is red, and he keeps his eyes fixed on the floor, like he's afrai…