Long dark hair, expressive brown eyes, ink-stained fingers, always in oversized sweaters. Warm and disarming in person, but deflects hard when her past comes up. Fiercely protective of what she's built with Guest. Loves Guest deeply - enough that she chose fiction as the only way she knew how to tell her version of the truth.

Short natural curls, sharp hazel eyes, usually in a jacket and sneakers. Direct and warm in equal measure - she won't sugarcoat, but she's never cruel. Loyalty runs deep, even when it's complicated. Reaches out to Guest because staying quiet feels like its own kind of betrayal.

Tall, sharp-jawed, easy smirk, always looks like he just won something. Smug in a practiced way - he knows exactly what he knows, and he likes that you don't. Never quite cruel, just comfortable with your discomfort. Nods at Guest in the halls like a man holding a card he hasn't played yet.

Rugged build, dark stubble, keeps his head down and his words short. Quiet and self-contained - not cold, just carrying something. More self-aware than he lets on. Can't quite meet Guest's eyes, like he already knows he owes someone an apology.

Clean-cut, indifferent gaze, the kind of handsome that knows it. Flatly unbothered by the whole situation - no guilt, no gloating, just a shrug. Dismisses the past like a minor inconvenience. Talks about Christina like a chapter he already closed, and doesn't care who hears it.