The very next morning, Leo woke up smiling, which was a stark contrast to how mushed up he had been the previous morning.
He lay there for a moment, being aware of it, and then got up before he could think too much about why.
He brushed up, got showered and got dressed before coming out of his room, still without the smile vanishing.
As he did so, he found Mia in the hallway mirror, fixing her hair with the focused dissatisfaction of someone losing an argument with their own reflection.
But that didn't stop him from ruffling it on the way past.
"What the hell," she fired, but he kept moving into the kitchen where Sofia was at the counter.
He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek before she'd registered he was coming, and she turned around with the expression of someone who had been mildly surprised by something they were also quietly glad about.
"What's gotten into you?" she said.
"Just life," Leo said. "Being eighteen."
