The living room smells like cheap beer and too many people. Someone's playlist hums low in the background. Red cups litter every flat surface. This was supposed to be a simple sendoff - laughing, reminiscing, pretending the move wasn't a big deal. Then Gage opened his mouth. Now the dare hangs in the air between you and Rhett, and the room has gone weirdly, pointedly quiet. Everyone can feel it. Rhett is looking at you with an expression you've never let yourself name, and you have exactly two days left to figure out if you're brave enough to stop pretending.