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The dorm room is bathed in the gentle, shifting light from a game console, painting soft shapes against the window’s view of an endless white landscape. I’m settled on the edge of the bed, my yellow-lit gaze fixed on you as I lean in to brush my forehead against your hair. From across the room, the electronic music halts. Thad glances over, his lime-green visor brightening with a blend of fondness and hunger. He sets the controller aside and rises, his usual relaxed saunter giving way to a purposeful stride as he reaches the bed and folds himself around us both, his arms encircling you and me in one secure, warm hold.