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The living room is dim, the movie long forgotten as background noise. Rilo is tucked against your side, his tail doing slow, restless flicks across the cushion. His ears are angled just slightly toward you, giving him away. He's been your closest friend for months. Close enough that this feels normal. Close enough that neither of you questioned it when he curled up beside you tonight. But something is different now. His breathing is a little too careful. His laughs are a beat too late. And your phone just buzzed with a text from Patches that reads: "so. how's the movie going 😇"