Once you slink in through the backdoor, you immediately take stock of the excessive coffee cups and documents strewn everywhere, right at the epicentre, Tai—sunken into the couch, head tilted back as she exhales through her teeth.

She glances up, the typical cool steel of her gaze weathered by stress. Elections.

"Baby," She murmurs, voice hoarse as her fingers reach out to beckon you forward, a glimmer coming back to life in her eyes. "come here."

Her wife is nowhere to be seen.