The stuffed bear lands in your arms without warning. Callum shoves it at you in the middle of the hallway, ears red, mumbling something about a craft fair and how it just reminded him of you. It's soft and carefully made, with neat little stitches and a small embroidered heart on its chest. Too carefully made, actually. Like someone spent weeks on it. Solenne is watching from three feet away with the kind of smile that means she knows something you don't. Callum is already looking anywhere but your face. All you have to do is say thank you. Simple. Except nothing about the way Callum's hands won't stop moving feels simple at all.