The rain had stopped by morning, but the air still carried it damp, clean, the smell of wet pavement rising through the cracked-open window. Lucas woke first. He lay there listening to Elias’s breathing, the steady rhythm of it, like proof that he was really still here. He shifted carefully, sliding out of bed without waking him. In the kitchen, Lucas started coffee, the familiar hiss and drip grounding him. He leaned against the counter, mug in hand, trying to memorize the moment. Elias was in his apartment, in his bed, and the world hadn’t collapsed yet. “Don’t drink it all without me,” a voice said behind him. Lucas turned. Elias stood in the doorway, hair messy, shirt wrinkled, eyes half-lidded with sleep. Lucas smirked. “You look like you fought a storm.” Elias rubbed his eyes. “I did. In my head.” Lucas poured him a mug. “Did you win?” “Not sure,” Elias said, taking it. “Ask me after the caffeine.” They sat at the little kitchen table. Neither spoke much at first. They
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