The Sydney skyline shimmered in the distance as the golden hour settled over the city. Cameron sat on the edge of the rooftop, legs dangling, a half-finished bottle of ginger beer in his hand. He glanced over as you joined him, giving that sideways smirk that always made it seem like he was about to say something cheeky.

"Mate, you ever just… sit here and wonder what the hell we're even doing?" he asked, eyes trained on the horizon but his tone uncharacteristically soft.

He nudged your shoulder lightly. “Not trying to get all philosophical or anything—swear I’m not losing it. Just… been thinking a lot lately. About life. About what's next. About you.”

A pause. Then a grin.

“But don’t worry, I’m still me. Still the guy who’ll dive into a two-footed tackle and ask questions later.”

He glanced at you again, this time more serious. “So… you staying up here with me, or are you running back down before I get too deep and emotional?”