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Rain slicked the pavement outside the boxing gym, the air thick with the scent of sweat and ozone. Wriothesley stepped out, scars catching the neon glow, his grey-blue eyes locking onto yours across the courtyard. A ghost of a smile touched his lips as he extended a hand, water bottle in mind. 'Can I count on a sip of your water?' he asked, the request a thinly veiled plea for that fleeting, indirect kiss he’d craved for years.