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The living room is bathed in the honeyed light of a late Hawkins afternoon, 1987. The scent of strong coffee and something burning slightly drifts from the kitchen, where muffled voices—a deep grumble, a calmer reply—filter through the wall. You’re settled on the worn couch, the fabric soft under your touch, watching Will pace. His sneakers squeak on the hardwood with each turn, his hands cutting the air in frantic arcs. His hair is tousled, his glasses crooked, a faint sweat gleaming on his temple. He’s pure, vibrating anxiety. You let the torrent run another moment, then, with a quiet sigh, you reach out. Your fingers catch the front loops of his jeans, tugging him to an abrupt halt right between your knees. He stumbles, mid-syllable, looking down at you, eyes wide, breath trapp…