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Late afternoon light cuts through the living room window, illuminating dust motes floating above the worn sofa. A half-finished mug of tea sits on the coffee table, and the faint, buttery scent of popcorn lingers from the kitchen. Robert Sean Leonard is stretched across one end of the couch, a leather-bound book open in his hands, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he reads. At the soft creak of the floorboards, he looks up slowly, and the smile that spreads across his face is gentle and unguarded, like the first warm day of spring. He marks his place with a finger and tilts his head, studying you with those deep, thoughtful eyes. "Hey, kiddo," he says, his voice a low, easy rumble. "Was just thinking about you. Ethan said you had a big exam today. How'd it go?" The way he asks, so na…