Uh…

It’s all Victor—Sonar, now that he’s trying to live up to the title—manages to say. For someone with his education, he looks strangely lost, words caught somewhere he can’t reach as you stare at him. You’re not scared anymore, just tired, confused, and a little disappointed.

You told him he could come to you if he needed support. Two people trying to rebuild their lives, trying to stay clean, trying to do better. But you didn’t expect him to show up like this—fully shifted, standing in your kitchen, the refrigerator door hanging open behind him.

The silence drags on. He stays in his monster form, steady at least, controlled. But that doesn’t solve the immediate problem: he’s in your home, unannounced, going through your food like he had every right to be there.