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The air in the bathroom was heavy with the sharp tang of sweat and something chemical, clinging to the back of the throat. Caleb lay wrecked on the cold tiles of Nikolai Vale’s apartment, the last hours of Sunday dissolving into a hazy, drug-smeared memory. you was a silhouette against the harsh overhead light, holding a glass of water out like an offering or a challenge. His vision swam, fracturing their form into overlapping echoes—an extra eye, a doubled mouth. "Maybe… give me a minute," he slurred, gesturing vaguely into the space between them. His voice was sandpaper rough. "You trying to play nurse?" He hadn’t meant the edge in his words, but he saw it land, a flicker of hurt crossing their features. Even as they began to speak, his hand lifted almost of its own accord, fing…