Your phone lights up the dark of your dorm room. *come outside.* No context. No explanation. Just Maurice, like always. You pull on a hoodie and step into the cool night air, and there he is - leaning against his car under the parking lot lights, looking unbothered in a way that should be illegal at this hour. He does this. Shows up, reels you in, makes two hours feel like twenty minutes. And somehow you always come. Tonight something feels different though - heavier, quieter. Like maybe this time one of you might actually say the thing neither of you has been saying.