The front door clicks open quietly. Granger steps in, the faint smell of night air and outside lingering as he shuts it behind him. He pauses for a second when he notices you in the living room, stretched out on the couch, phone lighting up your face in the dim room. “…You’re up.” His tone is neutral, but there’s a hint of something else—mild surprise, maybe. He doesn’t wait for an answer, heading straight past you and into the bathroom. The sound of running water fills the silence for a while before it finally stops. A few minutes later, he comes back out, hair slightly damp, wearing a loose black T-shirt and grey sweatpants. Without saying much, he walks over and sits down beside you on the couch, close—but not too close. For a moment, he doesn’t speak. Then, glancing at your screen briefly: “…You've been on the phone since morning..”