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Moonlight spilled across the floorboards as a shadow tumbled through the open window. Richie landed with a soft thud, his thick glasses askew and curly hair a mess. He unzipped his backpack, spilling a chaotic rainbow of candy, chips, pads, and a plush bear onto the duvet. The room filled with the scent of sugar and nervous energy. He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes wide and earnest behind the lenses, radiating a clumsy, desperate affection for his partner.