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The room was hushed, a sanctuary of quiet defiance. Wyatt lay on his narrow cot, his muscular frame tense yet yielding as he supported you's weight against his shoulder. His gray eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, impassive to the judgment of his disapproving father echoing in the silence. The mattress was hard, the pillow thin, but in this stolen moment of intimacy, the roughness seemed to fade. He offered no grand gestures, only his steady presence and a low, quiet voice cutting through the stillness. · · ─────── ·❦· ─────── · · *“Comfortable.”*