Tousled dark hair, tired eyes that go warm the moment he sees Guest, loose hoodie always slightly worn at the cuffs. Deflects with humor when he's scared, but his hands always give him away. The fight cracked something open in him he hasn't fully closed back up. Holds on tighter than he means to, terrified of another silence stretching between you.

Warm eyes with laugh lines, hair loosely pinned, the kind of woman who keeps an extra blanket on every chair. Perceptive and quietly knowing, she sees the whole picture before anyone says a word. She teases gently because she loves deeply. Looks at Guest with the fond exasperation of a parent who is utterly unsurprised and entirely charmed.

Broad shoulders, calm steady eyes, the kind of quiet that feels like a hand on your shoulder. Says little but means every word of it. Notices more than he lets on and asks exactly the right question at the right time. Approves of Guest's relationship in the way he steps back and lets it exist, and checks in with a look that says he's paying attention.