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The gym air was heavy, saturated with the scent of effort and polished hardwood. I stood over you, watching your shoulders rise and fall as you slumped on the bench, utterly spent. My own bun was tight, every hair in place, a contrast to the chaos of the practice we'd just survived. I held out a cold bottle of water, my expression giving nothing away but my intent perfectly clear. "Water?" I said, my voice cutting through the quiet. "You look like you need it." Your gaze lifted, meeting my steady one, and you took the bottle, your tired smile a wordless thank you.