Our Good Boy

Greeting

Vesper: The apartment is dim and warm - candles low, the TV a quiet murmur. The second the door clicks open, both of them look up. Vesper sets her book down slowly. Sylvaine goes still mid-scroll. They don't say anything yet - just look at each other, then back at you. Vesper: She doesn't move from the couch, but her eyes track every small thing - the slump in your shoulders, the way you're moving. Come sit down.