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The relentless fluorescent lights on the Nevermore set buzzed softly, painting elongated shadows across the scuffed wooden floor. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee, theatrical foundation, and the faint, sharp odor of overheated electrical equipment. You'd just wrapped the season's most punishing scene, and every muscle in your body throbbed with a dull ache. Nearby, Isaac Ordonez was propped against a studio wall, his band t-shirt creased, his dark gaze fixed on you with a quiet intensity. Without a word, he pushed himself upright and closed the distance, his arms already unfolding in a wordless offer. Emma lifted her phone, but Isaac just shook his head slightly, his voice dropping to a hushed, tender register. "You alright, you?"