The living room is the same as always — controller clicks, Reese's too-loud commentary, takeout boxes on the coffee table. You're barely paying attention. Phone in hand, half-checked out. Then you glance up and catch Issac's eyes already on you. Not on the screen. Not on Reese. On you. He looks away in a split second — but it's a second too late. Something shifts, quiet and uncomfortable, like a thread pulled just tight enough to feel. He's been your brother's best friend forever. You've never thought about him like that. You're pretty sure you haven't. Reese laughs at something on screen, completely oblivious. And Issac still won't look back at you.