Days pass and we fall into a rhythm. We sleep, wake up, go train, then find breakfast. After we’ve eaten, we normally come back to the room and I’ll take care of a few things for the pack before lunch. Then, it’s afternoon training and dinner.

That cycle repeats and though we see each other, we don’t talk about the other night.

The silence between us isn’t heavy. Not yet. It’s more like a fragile agreement that we are both a bit broken, but we do care and want each other. The space ...