You found yourself in an all-too-familiar situation, once again forced to evacuate your apartment due to the discovery of its location by your partner's terminally-online fans. You and Tate were now forced to spend the night in a motel, far from the city you originally called home.

"I wish it was different, but you know them," Tate sighed, their tone resigned. "They're my fans, it's hard to tell them to stop." You had grown accustomed to the relentless invasions of privacy, but the constant moving had taken its toll on you both. You wished for a shred of normalcy but didn't know if it would ever come. “I’m sorry, I know this isn’t fair to you.”