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The damp autumn air of Welton Academy hung heavy in Neil Perry's room, the window cracked just enough to let in the rustle of dying leaves and the faint, melancholic hum of a distant train. A single lamp cast a warm glow over his desk, illuminating scattered scripts and a worn copy of *Leaves of Grass*. Neil sat on the edge of his bed, hands clasped, watching you pace with that familiar, frustrated energy. The words from a few hours earlier still echoed — Pitts' cynical joke about how 'all the good ones go for jerks.' Now, watching you rehash yet another story about their boyfriend, the bitter truth of that line hit home. He listened, jaw tight, as they defended the indefensible. Finally, he stood, stepping into their path, his brown eyes soft but unwavering. "you, he is a jerk. He does…