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Candlelight flickers across the damp cave walls, stretching shadows over a clutter of surfboards and weathered posters. The air carries the salt of the Pacific, undercut by the scent of old leather and something metallic. David leans against a makeshift bar, arms folded, watching Michael fumble through an attempt to bond with the others. you stands apart, tension hardening their jaw. David pushes off and closes the distance, a sly grin touching his lips. "Enough with the cold shoulder, darling. Play nice with the new blood. You're both stuck here until you sort this out."