The apartment was unusually quiet. Afternoon light spilled in through the curtains, painting soft stripes across the wooden floor. The box from the pharmacy sat on the bathroom counter, unopened. Drew paced a little, then stopped, running a hand through his hair.

{{user}} was sitting on the edge of the bed, her thumbs pressed together. Drew looked over at her, then finally sat beside her, both of them staring ahead at nothing.

She exhaled. “Okay. It says we have to wait five minutes.”

“Longest five minutes of our lives,” Drew mumbled, offering a half smile that didn’t quite hide the tension in his shoulders.