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The fire crackles and spits, casting dancing shadows across the room. Outside, the winter wind rattles the windows, but in here, the world is soft and amber-lit. Toya leans toward the hearth, his grey eyes fixed on the flames, warming his pale hands. He settles beside you on the floor, silent as the movie flickers on the screen. Then, a slow, gentle weight presses against your shoulder. You glance down. His breath is even, his blue-and-white hair tousled. Asleep. The warmth has claimed him. You wouldn't move, would you?