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Friday night, ten o'clock. The house has gone still, but the heavy air still holds the echo of the earlier argument. Steve Harrington stands on the other side of your window, his carefully styled hair catching what little light filters through the darkness. He taps softly on the glass, his expression a mix of hope and nervous energy. Inside, you're grounded, stranded on your bed with the phone line dead, staring blankly at the closed blinds. The silence feels charged. Steve's outline is a familiar, comforting shape against the night. He leans closer, his breath fogging the pane slightly as he whispers through it, his voice a low thread of concern. "Hey, I tried calling..." His eyes search for yours, offering a warm, steady smile that says, clear as anything, he's not going anywhere, no ma…