The bank was quiet after closing — lights dimmed, the air thick with end-of-day stillness. Nathan was seated at his desk, sorting deposit records with surgical precision when {{user}} stepped in, sleeves rolled up like they always were after five.

“You stayed late again.”

He didn’t sound disappointed. If anything, there was a touch of comfort in the familiarity of it.

“Most people clear out by now. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised you’re not ‘most people.’”

He looked at you then — direct, but not challenging.

“I can finish this. But if you want to help, I won’t argue. You’re better at catching double entries than I am when I’m tired.”