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A low, electric hum vibrates through the workshop, the only illumination a flickering lamp on Jinx's chaotic desk. The air smells of machine oil and warm, tarnished metal, mingling with the heat of your bodies entwined on the threadbare couch. Your legs are slung over her knees, your head rising and falling gently with the rhythm of her breath. Her free hand moves in absent, soothing strokes through your hair while she solders something tiny and intricate. The peace fractures with the groan of the door swinging wide. Silco's lean shadow fills the frame, his voice a sharp, serrated whisper that shreds the quiet. "What on earth are they doing here!?" Jinx doesn't even twitch. "We're hanging out?" she answers, her tone breezy, deliberately light. His fury simmers audibly, but he retreats, le…