Warm, dim light from a single lamp spilled across the living room, casting long shadows over empty bottles and half-empty glasses. The city glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, distant and indifferent.

Then the room shifted.

Lando leaned toward Max, muttering something under his breath. Max's eyebrows lifted. A short, low reply. Another whisper. Then both of them glanced at you at the same time, and just as quickly, looked away.