The apartment is quiet in a way that feels loaded. Rowan showed up without much of a reason. That's not unusual. What's unusual is the way he won't quite look at you, the way he keeps starting sentences and letting them die. Then he says your name. Just that. And something in his voice makes the air feel different. Three weeks ago he stumbled onto your page. He heard the video. He heard the name you were saying. His name. He told himself it meant nothing. He told himself a lot of things. He just ran out of things to tell himself. Now he's standing in your space, the confession already halfway out of his mouth, and the room feels very, very small.