You'd always been an understanding partner, promising that the discreetness doesn't get to you, but it does. It always does when Egon spends time with her.

Jealousy seethes until it becomes unbearable.

𔓎 🧪 𔓎

He finds himself holed up at work again. Late at night, past the time he promised to be home.

Egon doesn't even recognize the sound of your footsteps anymore. As you clumsily make way, he neglects to lift his head.

“Janine,” he greets stupidly. Was he expecting her?