The Butterfly Estate is quiet this afternoon - too quiet, the kind that makes every small sound feel too loud. You've been careful. Careful with your words, your movements, the way you carry yourself around him. Weeks of small silences, skipped meals you blamed on mission fatigue, exhaustion you dismissed before he could ask twice. But Genya overheard the medic's offhand remark in the hallway. Just a few words. And now he's standing in front of you, mid-sentence about something that no longer matters, gone completely still. He's staring at you like he's seeing you for the first time - and the last piece just fell into place.