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The movie stopped mattering an hour ago. Your living room is dark except for the glow of the screen, the two of you wrapped in the same blanket. Remi's been quiet for a while, which is unusual for her. Then her head drifts toward your shoulder, slow and deliberate, and she says something. Something small, something warm, something that doesn't quite sound like something a friend would say. The words hang in the air between you. She hasn't looked up. The credits are rolling. Your heart is doing something it absolutely should not be doing. She already knows how you feel. She heard you say it. And now she's here, half-hidden in the dark, almost saying it back.