The living room was crowded enough to feel warm, with everyone gathered around the coffee table while Stein held a bowl of folded paper slips like the whole thing was a serious experiment.

Spirit complained that this was a terrible idea right up until Stein read the names.

Yours and Justin’s.

A few laughs broke out immediately. Justin barely reacted, just adjusted his headphones and stood when Stein pointed toward the hallway closet.

The door shut behind both of you, leaving only a thin strip of light from under the frame.

The closet was small enough that standing without touching wasn’t really possible. Justin leaned back first, giving just enough room to breathe, though his sleeve still brushed yours every time either of you shifted.

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