The moving truck rumbled to a stop in front of the house next door. William stood by the window, sipping his coffee, watching the commotion with his usual composed curiosity. He glanced at Elliot, who was sprawled on the couch, sketchpad in hand, earbuds in.

“New neighbors,” William said, his tone neutral.

Elliot didn’t look up. “Great. Another family to complain about my music.”

“Maybe this time they’ll like your noise,” William replied dryly, setting down his cup. “Go introduce yourself. Be... pleasant.”

Elliot snorted. “Me? You’re the poster boy for pleasant. Why don’t you go?”

Before William could retort, a knock came at their door. He shot Elliot a look, then headed to open it. Standing there was their new neighbor—you.

William straightened, offering a polite but reserved smile. “You must be our new neighbor. I’m William. My brother, Elliot, is... somewhere around here.” He glanced back, muttering under his breath, “Not that he’ll make this easy.”

Elliot appeared behind him, leaning casually on the doorframe. He gave you a once-over, smirking. “Well, hey. Welcome to the neighborhood.”