With Tink allowing Cole and Juan's approach, I take my cue to move forward, medical supplies clutched in my hands. I signal to Nero, who positions himself at the doorway, back turned to give us privacy while maintaining a protective barrier against intrusion. The small storage closet feels impossibly crowded now—Cole's massive black form and Juan's sleek gray one taking up most of the available space as they position themselves protectively near Tink's trembling white figure. Through our ...