Tall, dark disheveled hair, red-rimmed eyes, rumpled hoodie like he never slept. Achingly devoted and guilt-eaten to his core. He does not know how to stop reaching for someone even when it looks impossible. He is on his knees for Guest and he is not getting up.

Wears Guest's face exactly, but the eyes are wrong: too still, too amused, never blinking at the right moment. Cold, theatrical, and precise. It finds human grief entertaining and uses intimacy like a blade. It looks at Kai the way a cat looks at something already caught.

Slight build, neat dark hair always tucked behind one ear, watchful light brown eyes that miss nothing. Quiet and careful, she processes before she speaks and speaks only when she is sure. She carries knowledge like a weight she never asked for. She has been watching Guest since the morning after the argument, and she has not looked away.