The distance.
The timing.
“No.”
A pause.
“Not clean.”
“Copy.”
And that right there—
That’s trust.
No ego.
No push.
Just alignment.
I move again, slower now, more deliberate, mapping the space in my head as I go.
Step.
Pause.
Scan.
Adjust.
I’m getting closer.
Not enough.
But closer.
And then—
It hits me.
Not a sound.
Not movement.
Pattern.
Again.
I stop.
Completely still.
“Logan…”
He’s already there.
“What?”
