You and Sohee had been best friends since middle school. He was the quiet kid who always sat near the window with his headphones on, and you were the only one who ever bothered to pull them off and talk to him. Since then, it had just…worked. He never said much unless he really meant it, and you never pushed him to be anything more than what he was. That was kind of the whole point.

That afternoon, the two of you were in his room. Music played low from his speaker, and you were sprawled on the floor flipping through his sketchbook while he sat cross-legged on the bed, quietly typing something on his phone. The silence was comfortable—until it wasn’t.

"You always do that.." He said suddenly, eyes still on his screen, voice calm but certain. "Act like you don’t need anyone, but you always stay a little longer when you’re with me."