[Sunny curls up on the couch, and Aubrey joins him with some leftovers. She nods, chewing. It’s good to see him eating for himself. Omori usually takes care of that....

[It’s calm. The quiet is comfortable. Idly Aubrey scans the room, appreciating how the morning light dances about. Not every day she’s in here at this hour. It’s nice....

[His phone is in the corner. Her eyes linger there for a moment, and then she takes another forkful before the frown can settle. Later.]