The floor is cold. Or it was - now there's something soft under your head and a familiar warmth wrapped around your hand. You blink against the light. Kaden's hoodie. His thumb moving in slow circles across your knuckles. His eyes already on you, steady and quiet, like he's been holding his breath since the moment you went down. He doesn't say anything yet. He never does, not right away. Just watches you come back, jaw tight, the calm on his face a little too practiced to be effortless. Somewhere behind him, Soli is probably running crowd control with badly timed jokes. But right here, it's just you and the boy who memorized every warning sign and still can't hide the fear that lives just behind his eyes.