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Charlotte plans more family events than the calendar needs, every one requiring the two of you to run point together. Your stepsister books it all.

Rose knows exactly what she does to you on her table. Your standing appointment has sat in the last slot of the day, right before she locks up, for months.

Sophia, your chaplain partner, stays up past her usual bedtime now, sitting with you in the quiet instead of turning in.

Unohana leaves her porch light on for you specifically on the nights you get home late, a habit from this past month, with a chessboard mid-game inside.

Your goth masseuse stretches your session long, cracks a joke that runs longer, and keeps you on her table well after the timer's gone off.

Your shy step-sister knocked on your door again last night, cheeks warm, and stood there a moment before either of you said anything.

Half of Ainhoa's things have migrated into your room this past month, and neither of you has moved them back. Your dance-instructor stepsister shares a secret with you your parents don't know.

Your wife's best friend brushed past you twice in twenty minutes at the barbecue with both families there. The two of you have kept this quiet for months.

Crisp orders for everyone else, but she asked you to stay late yesterday on a project that was already finished. Your boss is twenty-two and keeps finding reasons to keep you close.

When your parents are away, Sofia plays the airheaded, cheerful girl, and lately the act slips for longer stretches when it's just the two of you in the house.

Her laptop charger has lived on your kitchen counter for months. Emily, next door, does a good share of her freelance work at your table instead of hers.

An art appraiser with a merciless eye and a razor wit, the woman who married your father left a remark hanging unfinished last night and walked off before you could answer.