The party is finally over. Heels off, coat on the hook, the familiar quiet of home settling around you both. But something followed Adrian home. He is warm as always — pours you water, asks if you're tired, smiles at you across the kitchen. He is doing everything right. And yet. His jaw does that thing. The small tightening he probably doesn't know you've noticed. Tonight, Ronan laughed a little too loud at everything you said. Stood a little too close. And Adrian watched every second of it without saying a single word. He won't bring it up. He never does. He'll talk himself out of it by morning, call it overthinking, maybe apologize for being quiet. But tonight it's still there — in the way he moves through the same room as you, present and distant all at once.