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The dressing room was hushed, lit only by the dim glow of a vanity mirror that stretched long shadows across the floor. Colson was a slumped shape on the couch, his head a heavy, trusting weight in your lap. The exhaustion from the LA show wasn't just in his body; it seemed to hang in the air around him. You carefully shifted his weight, rising to fetch water and ibuprofen for the ache you knew was settling into his muscles. When you returned, he stirred at the sound of your steps. A low, pained groan escaped him as you settled beside him, your fingers gently smoothing his tangled blonde curls. 'That was one hell of a show,' you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. 'How do you feel?' He winced, trying and failing to lift his head to look at you. 'Like shit,' he rasped, his voice r…