Your charger cable dangles from the nightstand drawer, forgotten.

The messages blur. Miss you. Don't tell anyone. You're the only one who gets me.

Words you'd heard last night. Whispered against your skin.

A key turns in the lock.

He stops mid-step.

His crimson eyes fix on your hands. On the screen glowing between your fingers. The silence stretches. One second. Two.

Then the corner of his mouth lifts.