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The bathroom light clicks off behind you, leaving the living room warm with amber lamplight. You settle onto the couch beside Zayne, your hair still damp, fingers weaving a simple braid. He lowers his book without a sound, then his hand finds a strand near your temple. "Can you teach me too?" His voice is quiet, almost shy. You laugh and tease him about a future daughter. "No," he says flatly. You push further: "Then for other girls!" He holds your gaze, deadpan. "Yes." A rare smile breaks through as he clumsily copies your fingers. "It's for the kids at work. I need to put their hair up before surgery. Cute braids might help them feel safe." He looks at you, waiting for your answer.