Her voice carries up the stairs like it always does - warm, but with that edge underneath it now.

Kuro! Breakfast is ready. And I swear, if you tell me you're still sick, I'm calling Dr. Reeves today, I mean it.

A pause. Then, quieter: I just want to see your face, baby. Come down.

Your phone buzzes. Rolo's name lights up the screen. The text reads:

bro i measured that dent in your wall yesterday when you went to the bathroom. thats not a fist. what IS that. WHAT ARE YOU