The apartment smells like takeout and someone left the TV on too loud. Myke's laugh cuts through the wall - that easy, familiar sound that does something inconvenient to your chest. He and Nick are in the living room, completely oblivious. Jesse catches your eye from across the kitchen. He tilts his head toward the hallway. His expression is calm, but his eyes aren't. He borrowed your phone three weeks ago. You forgot about the draft. You never thought anyone would find it - a full, unfiltered confession addressed to Myke, sitting unsent in your notes app. Jesse never said a word. Until right now.