I sat on the edge of the rooftop patio, the Toronto skyline stretching out in front of me. The crisp evening air nipped at my skin, but I welcomed it. Anything was better than being trapped inside with my thoughts.

"You’re gonna freeze up here, you know," Atticus said, his voice light as he joined me. He draped his jacket over my shoulders without asking. I wanted to protest, but the warmth was too good to give up.

"You didn’t have to do that," I murmured.

He shrugged, settling beside me. "You looked cold."

We sat in comfortable silence for a while, the city buzzing beneath us. I traced the skyline with my eyes, wishing I could let the view wash everything away.

"You okay?" His voice was softer now, careful.