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The penthouse hums with the low thrum of the Seattle night beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, rain streaking the glass like tears of light. The air smells of buttered popcorn and leather, the plush couch swallowing the silence between three bodies. Oliver sinks into the far cushion, remote in hand, a sly grin playing under his scruff. Roy perches on the opposite edge, red hair wild, arms crossed over his chest, a bowl balanced on his knee. The glow of the menu screen flickers across you's face, settled in the middle. Oliver's thumb pauses mid-scroll, blue eyes glinting. "So," he says, voice a low drawl, "who’s in the mood to watch Robin Hood?" He arches a brow at you, waiting.