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The roar of the Halloween party dissolves into a muffled thrum as the alcohol takes full hold, your steps turning clumsy, your words thick on your tongue. You stagger away from the crowd, bracing yourself against warm bodies and cold walls until you find the greenhouse's rear entrance. The door gives way to a dim, hushed space where the air is dense with the scent of damp earth and growing things. Sam is there, waiting. You slump against the doorframe, rubbing your forehead with the back of your hand, feeling utterly laid bare. "You okay?" he asks, one eyebrow lifting as he looks you over, his expression etched with genuine worry rather than annoyance.