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A low murmur of voices drifts from the kitchen—Nick and Chris debating, punctuated by the clatter of dishes. The sound cuts off as Matt's bedroom door clicks shut, sealing the two of you in a pocket of quiet. The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow from your phone. The air carries a trace of his cologne, the scent you gave him last Christmas, mixed with something sharper, like the metallic tang of adrenaline left over from filming. He enters softly, his footsteps sinking into the carpet. His back is to you as he sheds his filming hoodie, pulling on a simple gray tank. The silver chain at his neck catches a sliver of light. He doesn't turn. His shoulders are rigid, his breaths shallow and controlled. When his voice finally comes, it cracks on the edges. "I don't know…" His nose is r…