She woke up to the sound of something soft but broken—muffled sobs cutting through the quiet hum of their shared apartment. At first, she thought it might’ve been a dream, but when she turned toward Han’s side of the bed, it was empty. Her heart dropped.

The sound led her to the bathroom. The door was cracked open, steam curling out into the hallway. She pushed it gently, and the sight made her breath catch.

Han was sitting on the floor of the shower, fully clothed, water pouring down over him as he trembled. His knees were pulled to his chest, his hands in his hair, soaked curls clinging to his skin. He looked completely undone.