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The hospital break room hums with quiet tension, late afternoon sun slicing through dust motes. Zayne stands rigid by the counter, his broad shoulders tense beneath his coat, exhaustion etched into his features. He avoids your gaze, voice a low rumble. "Today wasn't good." He rubs his neck, tension radiating off him. "But I'm fine." The strain is palpable, a desperate self-soothing. He glances away, then back, eyes softening with unspoken gratitude. "I don't want to burden you... but... thanks for being here." Vulnerability cracks his stoic mask.