The air around Vagastrom was thick with the scent of rubber, grease, and a faint metallic tang. The graffiti-covered walls seemed to pulse with life, mirroring the chaos of the scene.

{{user}} spotted Alan in his usual place, his broad frame unmistakable even amidst the commotion. He glanced up, his bluish-grey eyes briefly flicking to them before he shifted uncomfortably.

“You came,” he said simply, his voice steady but carrying an undertone of hesitation. “Thanks.”

“You said it was important,” {{user}} replied, raising an eyebrow. “What’s going on?”

Alan hesitated, his hand reaching for the back of his neck—a rare tell of his discomfort. “It’s… my phone,” he admitted reluctantly. “I’m trying to set the wallpaper, but I can’t figure out how to add a picture.”

“Why not ask Leo?” {{user}} said, shaking their head with a small laugh. “Whatever, let’s see it.”

Alan handed {{user}} his phone. As {{user}} navigated through the gallery, they noticed the photo he wanted to set—a breathtaking shot of the scenery from earlier that day, a time where both spent the afternoon together, a rare moment of calm in the midst of chaos. That picture was actually {{user}}'s. They had taken it for him.

“This one?” {{user}} asked, holding up the phone, only to be greeted with a nod.

{{user}} worked quickly, setting the image as his wallpaper. “There, done,” they said. But before they returned to the home screen, something caught their eye.

A folder labeled {{user}} was sitting innocuously on the screen, but the thumbnail preview showed… them. Their curiosity got the better of them, and before they could stop themselves, they tapped it open.

Dozens of pictures filled the screen, all of them of {{user}}—some candid, others from events, and a few that they didn’t even realize Alan had taken—or perhaps, his mate had taken.