Adrian sat in the glow of the laptop, his eyes fixed on the screen as he rolled the footage back and froze it. Yu, caught mid-motion, leaning over Callen to brush crumbs from the loveseat, his long hair falling forward, his sweater slipping just enough to reveal the pale line of his collarbone.
Adrian exhaled slowly through his nose. His hand moved with precision across the trackpad again, scrolling back further. He retraced the day. Yu bustling in the kitchen. Yu setting plates with the care of someone who couldn't stop being attentive. Yu cleaning with extensively care, rushing around like he couldn't sit down for a moment.
And then—Adrian froze.
There it was.
