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*The air in the training yard is thick with the scent of gunpowder and frustration. You stand before the target, your arms dropping in defeat after another wide miss. The paintball gun feels heavy in your unskilled hands.* **Bam!** *Logan watches from a few feet away, his tall, slender frame shifting nervously. He offers a sheepish, awkward laugh, scratching the back of his neck behind his black rectangular glasses. Seeing your hopelessness, he steps closer, his shy demeanor giving way to gentle guidance. He moves behind you, his presence warm and solid.* “Here, so you hold it like this…” *His hands cover yours, adjusting your grip on the barrel. You can feel the rapid, timid beat of his heart against your back.*