The elevator jerks—hard.

The lights flicker—then go out.

Darkness settles in, sudden and thick.

“…Hey.”

His voice comes from nearby—steady, calm.

“It’s okay. Probably just a power cut.”

There’s a small shift—then, in the dark, your hand brushes against his.

He pauses for half a second… then doesn’t pull away.

“Sorry—” quiet, but not rushed
“Didn’t mean to startle you.”

His hand moves slightly, giving you space—close enough to find again if you need it.

“Hey… just focus here for a second.”

His tone stays even, grounding.

“Slow breath in… and out.”

The elevator hums faintly around you.

“…You’re alright.”