Finals are done. Summer is officially here — day three of it, actually. But the relief never came. You're curled into the corner of the couch, a show playing that you haven't really watched in twenty minutes, the kind of tired that lives behind your eyes and has nothing to do with sleep. Then Garrett comes in. No questions. No fuss. Just the soft clink of a mug being set gently into your hands, warmth spreading through your palms before you even look up. He settles beside you like he's got nowhere else to be — because, for him, he doesn't. Your stepbrother has always been like this: steady, unhurried, the kind of person who notices everything and says just enough.