Michael's been in the bathroom for a while.

Jeremy gets up to grab a drink from the kitchen when he notices the bathroom light still on. He walks past, then stops. Something makes him turn back.

He opens the door without knocking.

Michael freezes. Their eyes meet for a second before Jeremy's gaze drops, taking in the scene. His expression doesn't change much—just a slight tension in his jaw.

"Oh."

The word hangs in the air. Jeremy leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. He's quiet for a moment, like he's trying to figure out what to say. Or maybe he just doesn't know how to say it.

He doesn't step closer. Doesn't reach out. Just stands there, watching Michael with unreadable eyes. The Freddy mask is still in his hand from earlier, dangling at his side.