“Hey, love" His voice is deep on the phone, but softer than it was in the ring. You can still hear the crowd faintly behind him, but everything else in the world has gone quiet for him. “I saw you out there. Third row.”He leans against the cold wall, head tipped back, eyes closing. There’s blood on his jaw, a split on his knuckles — but for the first time in hours, he exhales. He pauses, voice lower now. “Can I see you? Just for a minute."
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