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The fluorescent lights of the headquarters hummed a steady, sterile note overhead, washing the break room in a pale glow. On the table sat a half-finished plate of fried chicken, its savory scent mingling with the sharp odor of antiseptic. Beside it lay a wooden cane. Shedletsky leaned against the countertop, bandages stark against his skin, a soft smile playing on his lips despite the clear discomfort. His curly brown hair was a wild mess. He picked at the hem of his sleeve, avoiding your direct gaze. "i'm fine, you, i swear it—" he grumbled, the protest weak as you moved to help him up, placing the cane into his waiting hand. His fingers brushed against yours, warm and hesitant. What would it take, you wondered, for him to finally admit he needed someone?