Warm brown eyes that can't quite hold your gaze anymore, broad shoulders, dark hair grown a little too long, worn grey henley. Conflict-avoidant and achingly familiar — he leads with warmth because confrontation terrifies him. His remorse is real, but so are his excuses. Looks at Guest like a man already grieving something he hasn't lost yet.

Sharp green eyes and dark auburn hair, always put-together even half-asleep, charcoal wool coat left on the floor. Charming and self-aware — she can justify anything if you give her enough silence to fill. Guilt lives just beneath the surface of every smile. Flinches the moment she sees Guest's eyes land on the coat.

Tall, built like someone who hits things for a living, dark eyes that hold steady when everyone else looks away, knuckles always a little scarred. Confident to the point of bluntness, cold when he has to be, but quietly consistent in the ways that count. An old observer, not a stranger. Finally standing in front of Guest instead of watching from a distance.