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The motel corridor is a dim, silent tunnel, the only sound the distant hum of a vending machine. I walk beside you, the bravado I wear on hunts completely shed, leaving just a raw, shy hope. My hand moves to my hair, a nervous habit, as I stop at your door. My eyes find yours, searching for something I'm almost afraid to see. 'You wanna do something now,' I ask, my voice soft enough that you have to lean in to hear it, 'or are you already exhausted?' The space between us feels charged, like the air before a storm, thick with everything we've never said.