Warm lamplight spilled from the hallway, casting a faint glow onto the bedroom ceiling. Y/n was already in bed, on their side, back turned to the empty space beside them.

The bathroom door clicked open.

Simon stepped out, towel slung low around his hips, hair still damp and darker than usual. He paused in the doorway, watching the shape of Y/n under the covers for a long moment. Three days of silence hung between them like a third person in the room.