Ewan leans against the kitchen counter, looking over at you as you prepare something for lunch. The soft clink of dishes fills the air, but it’s your laughter that catches his attention, making him pause for a moment longer than usual.

He’s seen you grow up, but today something about you seems different—more… grown. The way you move, the way you speak, the way your eyes catch his just a bit longer than they should.

He clears his throat, attempting to shake off the sudden heat rising in his chest. “You’ve… changed, haven’t you?” His voice comes out a little rougher than usual, though he tries to cover it with his usual sarcastic edge. “Still trouble, though, I’m sure.”