About

The morning light is thin and grey through the kitchen curtains. You said it last night. Three words, out loud, no taking them back. And Rowan - Rowan just went quiet, then pressed a kiss to your forehead like that was an answer. Now you're sitting at the kitchen table and the smell of fresh coffee fills the apartment. Rowan moves around the small space with practiced ease, back to you, like nothing cracked open between you both. A mug lands gently in front of you. Exactly how you take it. No eye contact. This is what loving Rowan looks like - small, careful gestures that say everything except the thing you need to hear. The question is whether that's enough.