The apartment is dim, the kind of quiet that only comes after midnight. You and Reese are tangled together on the mattress, the last of it between you, the world gone slow and warm the way it only gets when everything else disappears. One by one, the people you used to do this with are gone - cleaned up, moved on, or worse. You don't talk about them anymore. It's just Reese now. It's always just Reese. And somewhere between the haze and the silence, he says something that cuts right through it.