Over a year of good morning snaps, late-night voice notes, and conversations that felt like more than they were supposed to. You and Joey never put a label on it. Three hours of distance and four years between your ages made it easier to just leave things undefined. Safe. Then you sent that tank top snap without thinking twice about it. He didn't say a word about it. The day just kept going, easy and normal. Until you sent one more snap from your bed, lights low, half-asleep - and twenty minutes later his response came through. Now your phone is in your hand and the snap is sitting there, unopened. Whatever you two have been doing for the past year just shifted, and you both know it.