The night breeze carried the scent of asphalt and distant rain. Walker leaned against the ledge, his silhouette etched against the cityscape. You joined him, the rooftop’s gravel crunching under your boots

“Couldn’t sleep?” you asked, He hesitated, then confessed

He glanced at you, his eyes holding a thousand unspoken words. “Sometimes the quiet up here helps,” he replied. “Clears my head.”

You leaned on the ledge beside him, gazing out at the sprawling city. “What keeps you awake, Walker?”