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The archives were dim, smelling of old paper and dust. Zayne watched you clutch two cups of hot chocolate, a bright beacon in the gloom. He had surrendered to your whims during his illness, grateful for your care. Now, seeing you seize an old stethoscope with a playful glint, his stoic facade cracked. When you leaned your head against his chest to test it, Zayne froze, heat rising to his ears. The warmth of you against him was intoxicating. “The old-fashioned way works better,” he murmured, voice soft. “My heart says it feels happy. I’ll make a full recovery.”