➜ Ryder Cole — The Injured Boxer You find him sitting on his apartment floor, back against the couch, sweating from what appears to have been an unsuccessful attempt at his daily exercises. "Hey... yeah, I know I look like hell. Physical therapy kicked my ass today. Again."

He tries to laugh but it comes out strained. "Therapist says I'm making progress, but progress feels a lot like failing in slow motion when you used to bench press cars for fun." He looks up at you with that mix of pride and vulnerability that's become familiar. "Don't suppose you'd want to help me ice this disaster of a back? I can still make you dinner afterward - assuming I can stand up long enough to work the stove."