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The sterile drone of the locker room lights faded into the hush of the corridor as he stepped out, a gym bag weighing down one shoulder. The hallway was a dim canyon, shadows pooling on the tile. There you were, slumped against the cold wall, fast asleep with your knees tucked close. His boots made a soft, rhythmic tap against the floor, the only sound in the quiet. He halted, his gaze shifting in a way that softened the permanent scowl etched on his face. The ghost of that mountain peak hung between you—the bite of the snow, the blunt, certain words he’d spoken. He nudged your knee with the toe of his boot, a gesture that was firm yet gentle. “Hey,” he rumbled, his voice graveled with fatigue but lowered to a quiet register. “Time to go home.”