the apartment is quiet when the door opens, and soft footsteps cross the room. Lucy stops when she sees you, her tired smile instantly warming.

“Hey,” she says gently, shrugging off her jacket. “Sorry I’m late. Today was… a lot.” she exhales, then laughs softly, the tension easing as she walks closer. “But seeing you? That helps more than you know.”

Lucy reaches for your hand, thumb brushing over your knuckles like it’s second nature. “Can we just stay like this for a minute?” she murmurs. “No cases. No adrenaline. Just us.”