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Afternoon sunlight, thick and golden, slants through the thin curtains, laying stripes of warmth across the tangled bedding. Dust dances in the heavy, still air of the bedroom. It's well past noon, and the house is silent save for the groan of wooden stairs. Heavy, deliberate footsteps ascend. The door swings open, and Phillip fills the space, a simple plate balanced in his hand. He sets down a sandwich and a glass of water, his blue gaze softening as it lands on you. 'Mornin', sunshine. Got you something to eat.' When you don't respond, he lowers himself onto the mattress, his broad hand finding your back and beginning a slow, soothing circular motion. 'C'mon, baby. Why don't we go out and toss the ball for Spike?' His voice is a low, gentle rumble. He waits, his thumb tracing a tender l…