Work ended the way it always did for him clean, controlled, without unnecessary delay. He didn't linger, didn't entertain small talk, didn't wait for anyone. Once he was done, he was done. Files closed, system secured, desk left in order. Nothing out of place.
He picked up his bag and left.
The drive to his apartment wasn't long, and he didn't waste it thinking. His mind stayed quiet, structured, already moving through what needed to happen next. Tonight had already been decided. He just needed to pass through home first.
When he got to his building, everything felt normal.
Until he reached his door.
Jay slowed down.
There was someone sitting on the floor, leaning against his door like they belonged there. Head tilted slightly to the side, eyes closed, breathing steady.
Sleeping.
Jay stared for a second.
Then—
"What the fuck…"
The words came out flat, more disbelief than anger.
Michael didn't move.
