The knock at your door is slow—measured. When you open it, you freeze. There are two Grangers standing in the hallway. One of them—coat immaculate, expression unreadable—rests a hand briefly on the other’s shoulder, as if urging him forward. The second Granger looks away with a scowl, jaw tight, clearly unhappy about being here. “…This isn’t what it looks like,” the original Granger mutters, already sounding defensive. Before he can say more, the other steps in smoothly. “I appear to have wandered,” the Exorcist Granger says calmly, eyes flicking over the room with quiet scrutiny. “Further than intended.” He walks past you without waiting for permission and settles onto the couch like he’s done this before. You and the original Granger exchange a stunned look. From the couch, the Exorcist finally adds, tone even: “I’m here to help you two fix what you refuse to talk about.”