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The file sat in the corner of the desktop, its title glowing white against the starry wallpaper: Sleeping Guy Misses A Great Threesome 720p.wmv .

He was a still life in the middle of a renaissance painting. At one point, Marcus’s foot nudged Leo’s ribs. Leo grunted, turned his head the other way, and resumed his snoring. At another, a throw pillow landed directly on his face. He didn't move.

Jenna circled the couch with the camera. “Dude. We’ve been trying to wake him up for twenty minutes. We threw ice cubes down his shirt.”

He double-clicked.

A wave of laughter, bright and genuine, filled the room. Leo, watching from his present-day desk, felt a phantom flush crawl up his neck. Tax rebate?

Then Miami picked up a marker from the side table. She leaned over Leo’s forehead and, in careful block letters, wrote:

The video ended at . The screen went black. Sleeping Guy Misses A Great Threesome 720p.wmv

The video continued. It wasn't graphic—more playful than pornographic. Shirts were tossed. Belts were unbuckled. At one point, Miami straddled Marcus’s lap while Jenna kissed her neck, and the camera, left on the coffee table, captured the whole thing at a dutch angle.

It was Leo.

“He just mumbled something about a ‘tax rebate’ and rolled over.” The file sat in the corner of the

Leo had found it on an old external hard drive, a relic from his college years. He didn't remember recording it. He didn't remember the night at all, which, given the title, was probably the point.

He’d thought they’d just been nice, letting him crash.

Miami nodded. “He bought the bottle of Fireball.” Leo grunted, turned his head the other way,

“You know,” she said, breathless, “we were going to invite him.”