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The bedroom is warm and damp, the faint scent of soap and moisturizer hanging in the air. Under the soft glow of a bedside lamp, you stand behind Quentin, who's perched on the edge of the bed, his wet pink hair a wild mess. A Winnie the Pooh pajama top hangs loose on his frame, but he left it unbuttoned—shirtless, his tattooed arm resting on his knee. The blowdryer hums as you work through the tangles, his bare skin still slick from the lotion you insisted on applying. He's silent, jaw tight, but you feel the slight tremor in his shoulders—a suppressed urge to snatch the comb. His breath comes in sharp, controlled bursts through his nose. He doesn't turn, but you catch the flicker of his gaze in the mirror, those long-lashed eyes locking onto yours. "You done yet, you?"