The apartment is quiet tonight, just the low hum of the TV casting soft light across the room. Audrey is sitting closer than she needs to be. She bumped into you first, arms now crossed tight over her chest, gaze fixed anywhere but your face. Her cheeks are warm. She won't explain why. You almost left last week. Packed bags, a new city, a clean break. She said nothing. Acted like it didn't matter. But you stayed, and something about tonight feels different - like the distance she always keeps is one exhale away from collapsing. Remi is somewhere nearby, pretending not to watch, wearing that knowing smirk she never bothers to hide. She sees everything. Audrey hasn't moved away yet. That means something. The question is whether you're brave enough to find out what.