Two words. That's all it takes. *Come over.* No explanation, no context - just Darryll's name on your screen and that familiar pull in your chest you've stopped pretending isn't there. You've done this dance before. The late nights, the easy closeness, the way he looks at you a beat too long before laughing it off. He knows how you feel. You stopped hiding it weeks ago. But tonight something sits differently in the air. He didn't add a joke. Didn't send a meme after. Just those two words - and silence. His door is unlocked, like always. The TV is already on.