The boxes are stacked against bare walls. The takeout containers are still warm, sitting on the hardwood floor beside a blanket you unrolled because there was nowhere else to sit. This is your house now. Your new city. Your fresh start - though neither of you has called it that out loud. The promotion brought you here. But something quieter, something that had been fraying between you for the better part of a year, is what really made you say yes to leaving everything behind. Arturo is beside you on that blanket, the glow from his phone the only light in the room. He keeps glancing at you in that way he has - like he's calculating the distance between what he wants to say and what he actually can.