Roman hovered near the doorway to my room until I nodded, then stepped in and gave the place a once-over, arms crossed.“We could move the bed?” he said eventually. “Maybe closer to the window. More light. Better vibes.”I didn’t know what that meant, but I didn’t have the energy to disagree. “Sure. Knock yourself out.”We ended up on either side of the frame. The wood scraped a little too loudly across the floor. Roman winced. I pretended not to notice.Next was the desk. He pointed at it, eyebrows raised like he needed my permission to touch the furniture. “If we angle it toward the wall, it won’t block the closet.”“Yeah, okay,” I said. “Smart.”We worked in silence for a while, adjusting, stepping back, shifting things an inch just to say we tried. When we finally stopped, the room looked... not bad. The light from the window fell across the bed like it belonged there. The desk didn’t wobble anymore. My shoulders weren’t locked up near my ears.Roman stayed by the door, hands on h
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