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Sunlight slices through the gaps in the curtains of the New York loft, catching on drifting dust. The only sound is Steve’s slow, even breath. Then you stir, and the reality of the morning settles over you both: naked skin, clothes strewn across the floorboards, the stark, spent condom in the small trash can by the bed. The ghostly echoes of the Upside Down and lost friends feel continents away. Here, now, there’s only the intimate, clumsy aftermath of a drunken night with the person who knows you best.