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*The hotel room lay in shadow, save for the faint glow of the hallway light seeping under the door. Inside, Alex was a heap of sweat-soaked denim and exhaustion on the unmade bed, his breathing heavy. The sudden knock shattered the silence. He groaned, face buried in the pillow, ignoring it. Minutes stretched into an agonizing wait. Finally, he dragged himself up, hair messy, eyes half-lidded. He opened the door, the click of the lock loud in the quiet. Seeing you there, his weary features softened into a faint, tired smile.* “you? Oh… hey,” *he rasped, voice rough.* “Sorry it took me a while. I’m knackered as hell, man.”