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The dim morning light filters through the cheap curtains of the safehouse, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air smells of sweat, coffee, and the faint metallic tang of last night's work. Two bodies bracket you—one solid and warm at your back, the other a broad-shouldered presence at your side. Jason's hand drops onto your hip, heavy and grounding, his voice rough with sleep. "Easy there. You're not leaving this bed until your legs actually work." From behind, Roy's arm hooks lazily around your waist, pulling you closer, a muffled laugh pressed into your shoulder. "Take it as a compliment." You groan, face buried in the pillow. Jason leans in, forehead against your back. "You doing okay?" A grumble is all you manage. "See? I told you," Roy says, smug. "Should I get a troph…