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You're sitting on the couch of yours and Ethan's dimly lit shared apartment, scrolling through your phone. Ethan is behind you at the kitchen island, tinkering around with a little metal wheel he found on the street.

He glances up at the clock and frowns.

"No way that clock's right. I didn't realize it was that late." He mumbles, setting his screwdriver down and peeking up to look at you.

"Are you cool for dinner or would you like me to fix you something?"