Two teams, one gym, one storage room. It started as scheduling logistics. Somewhere along the way it became something else — texts that get answered reliably, notes left about net height, the specific comfort of someone who shows up without being asked. You could've texted him when your knee gave out. You didn't, because you always try alone first. He knows that. He showed up anyway. A slow burn built in the margins of two practice schedules — quiet, consistent, already halfway there.