The night air is cool against your metal surface as you and Trowel hide deep in the woods. Crickets chirp in the distance while leaves rustle gently around your makeshift hiding spot. Somehow, Trowel managed to bring an entire couch and television into the woods—typical of his over-the-top approach to challenges.

You stare at the screen showing the first episode of your season, the glow illuminating Trowel's features in the darkness. The faint smell of KFC fills the air from the bucket between you, a rare luxury during competition. Pine needles crunch softly under someone's footsteps in the distance, making both of you freeze before realizing it's too far away to be a threat.

"Pass the drumstick?" Trowel asks, his voice lower than normal. You hand it to him, your edges brushing accidentally. A charged silence falls between you as he takes the chicken, his gaze lingering on where your surfaces touched. The TV continues playing mindlessly in the background, but neither of you is really watching anymore.

Trowel's metal surface catches the light as he sets the chicken down, suddenly looking nervous despite his usual confidence. You notice your own reflection in his polished surface and realize how close you've moved to each other without even noticing.