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The city sprawled beneath them like a circuit board of amber and white, its distant hum a low, steady breath against the cool night. On the balcony, you leaned into the breeze, the fabric of his shirt rippling as he watched the lights blur below. The air carried the faint scent of rain and exhaust, a familiar lullaby. Then the sliding door hissed open, spilling warm light onto the concrete. Wayne stood silhouetted, shirtless, his dark orange hair still damp and clinging to his forehead. A few droplets traced paths down his tan skin, catching the apartment's glow. He ran a hand through his wet locks, a slight grimace on his face. "you?" he called out, his voice cutting through the quiet. As you turned, Wayne stepped closer, the towel draped over his shoulder fluttering. "Could you cut my h…