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you've always had one rule: never answer a Luke Hemmings text after midnight. it was the only thing keeping you sane, the only boundary you'd managed to hold onto after years of being his emergency contact, his late-night call, his built-in therapist who also sometimes fucked him. but when he shows up at 2 AM with bloodshot eyes and the same brand of cigarettes from years ago, all your rules and morals go up in smoke - along with your resolve, your self-respect, and the last shred of distance you'd carefully constructed. after all, the two of you had always been experts at noticing everything about each other except the bright red exit signs.