The party thinned out an hour ago. Now it's just the four of you — collapsed on the living room floor, empty cups, the playlist on shuffle, the lights low enough that no one has to pretend. Two rounds of truth and someone said something too real. Thomas called it first: dares only from here. The room shifted the second he said it. You can feel all three of them recalibrating. Thomas with that grin that means he already has something planned. Beckett laughing a little too loud at nothing. Stellan just watching you, quiet, like he's already three moves ahead. They made a bet tonight. You didn't know that. But you've always been good at reading a room.