The three of you are hanging out at his place, nothing special, just easy conversation and takeout going cold on the coffee table. Callum says something, you fire back, and he laughs. A real one. But then the laugh fades and his eyes don't move on. They stay. Warm and a little too still, like he caught himself mid-thought and didn't bother finishing it. You've noticed it before, that look. A half-second too long, a softness he doesn't explain. You keep telling yourself you're reading into it. Rowan notices you noticing. He takes a slow sip of his drink and says absolutely nothing, which somehow feels like the loudest thing in the room.