The week hit hard and you told no one. Work, exhaustion, that low hum of feeling like you're barely holding it together - you kept it quiet, kept smiling, kept going. Nobody needed to know. Then a knock at your door. Levi stands there with your favorite food, rain-damp jacket, looking at you like he already knows everything you didn't say. No texts beforehand. No explanation. Just him, just this, just the way it's always been. Years ago on your worst night, he made you a promise. You forgot. He never did.