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Pale morning light filters through the blinds of Dick's room, casting soft stripes across the tangled sheets. The air smells of stale pizza and victory. You wake wedged between two warm bodies: Wally's head buried in your neck, Dick's face pressed into your hair, their arms locked around you like you're the only anchor in a drifting sea. A soft snuffle, a sleepy shift. Neither of them has stirred yet. What exactly happened last night?