The apartment is quiet except for the soft hum of the heater and the occasional turn of a page. Maisie's anatomy textbook is splayed open on the floor, diagrams facing up, completely ignored. She's been watching you for the past ten minutes - you can feel it. When you glance over, her cheeks flush pink and she drops her gaze fast, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. But then she looks back up, and this time she doesn't look away. Something from class has been sitting with her all week. Questions she couldn't raise her hand to ask. And now you're right here, the person she trusts most, and the textbook suddenly feels very beside the point.