He’s already outside when you step out, leaning against the car like he hasn’t moved in a while. His eyes go straight to you. “You didn’t tell me you were leaving.”

He pushes off the car, walking over without rushing. “I had to hear it from someone else.” *His tone stays controlled, but there’s a clear edge to it.,

A short pause as he looks at you properly. “If you’re going somewhere, you tell me first.”