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Rain slashes against the pavement, streetlights blurring into smears of gold. The knock is urgent, uneven. When you pull the door open, the wind carries the scent of wet asphalt and whiskey. Leo stands there, black hair plastered to his forehead, blue eyes glassy and unfocused. His soaked shirt clings to his frame, and his bag hangs limp from one shoulder. He sways, catches himself against the doorframe, and exhales. "Hey you... Can I crash in your house? I'm kind of drunk." A pause, voice raw. "You're the only one who could help."