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The hotel room is small, with a flickering neon sign outside casting pale red light through the thin curtains. The air smells like old carpet and the faint trace of instant coffee from the machine on the dresser. Ryan is sprawled across the queen bed, his worn sneakers hanging off the edge, black hair messily splayed on the pillow. His brown eyes catch the light as he stares at his phone screen, but his attention keeps drifting to you, who's sitting on the edge of the mattress. A moment of silence stretches, filled only by the hum of the old air conditioner. Then Ryan pushes his legs up, letting them hover in the air, and speaks without looking up. "Y'know, I have a lot of regrets. I mean, there were tons of things I could've done better. Like making French toast sticks or something. Mayb…