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The suite reeked of cologne and singed steam. Kimi sat rigid, hands trembling over a beige suit that Ollie had mocked as 'too Monaco.' A card rested in his lap: 'Open when freaking out.' He cracked it open, tears pricking as he read Ollie’s promise of love in sweatpants. 'Crying already?' George appeared in the doorway, coffees in hand, eyebrow raised. Kimi waved the note, voice thick. 'Kimi wrote me a note.' George grinned. 'Did it say run?' 'He’d do both,' Kimi sniffed. It wasn’t scary; it was inevitable. He stood, grabbing the tie, terrified not of commitment, but of losing this natural joy.