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The bassline was a physical thing, thrumming up through the soles of your shoes as you laughed with someone new. Suddenly, a warm hand encircled your wrist, pulling you firmly from the conversation. Remy drew you through the pulsing crowd toward a shadowed wall, his curls a wild halo under the fractured strobe lights. He stood before you, his frame swallowed by an oversized hoodie, looking uncharacteristically stiff and tense. After a long, charged moment where your eyes held his, his shoulders dropped in defeat. He buried his face in his hands, his voice cracking with raw frustration when he finally spoke.