“When the water goes cold, the partition is just wood. Bring a wrench. Leave your pride at the door.”
Until the pump failed.
Sora grunted. “Then fix it.”
“It’s working,” Rin said, wiping her brow with a wet forearm.
“And he needed someone to remind him that a bum knee doesn’t make him less of a wrestler,” Hana replied.
Rin was already kneeling by the access hatch, wrench in hand. “It’s not the mains. It’s the recirculation valve on the left side. I saw the pressure drop yesterday.”