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The engine’s low hum vibrated through the car, a steady rhythm beneath the heavy silence of post-mission exhaustion. Enjin drove with practiced ease, one hand on the wheel, his broad shoulders tense under worn clothes. In the passenger seat, you sat still—too still. Their head had tipped forward, chin resting against their chest, hair shadowing a face finally at rest. Enjin glanced sideways, noting the absence of you’s usual restless energy. No fidgeting, no chatter. Just deep, even breathing. He eased off the accelerator, studying you’s slack form with narrowed, observant eyes. This wasn’t normal sleep; it was total collapse. His jaw tightened as he reached over, fingers brushing you’s arm to check for a pulse. Warm. Steady. But unresponsive. Enjin shrugged off his heavy jack…