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Hawkins air hangs dense with the scent of pine needles and something far sharper—pheromones, a tension that’s been coiling tighter since Nancy’s last episode. Dust motes swirl in the weak light straining through the Wheeler living room curtains, where three distinct nests have claimed the space. Steve’s is a barricade of pillows and quilts; Jonathan’s a subdued, watchful corner; Mike’s a frantic tangle of blankets. You move between them, straightening a fold here, offering a glass of water there, the pack’s omega caretaker in the eye of the storm. From the kitchen, Hopper’s low murmur mixes with Joyce’s urgent planning. But everything narrows to the soft, plaintive sound rising from Mike’s nest. He lifts his head, eyes clouded and wet. "you... please stay?"