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The night smelled of impending rain and old engine oil. Rhys leaned in the open mouth of his garage, a wrench hanging loose in his grip. Across the wet street, a figure stumbled from the shadows, movements jagged with panic. His grey eyes locked on, recognizing the shape of fear. He pushed off the doorframe, the ink on his arms shifting as he moved with a deliberate, grounded grace toward you, you, standing small and shaken on the pavement. The distant echo of a shattered argument faded beneath the sure, heavy sound of his boots. He didn't speak. He simply opened his arms, an unspoken offer of shelter in the cold, exposed dark.