[Celestial Tower]
After Roger was discharged from the hospital, Lily insisted on driving him back to his apartment. She helped him inside, guiding him gently to the couch before stepping back with a soft sigh.
"Don't move, and ask me if you need anything," she instructed, already turning to set her bag on the table.
Roger chuckled under his breath. "You're worrying for nothing, Lily. Didn't the doctor say I'm perfectly fine? I can move around like before."
Lily shot him a sharp look over her shoulder. "So what if he did? You and I both know that doesn't mean you're fully healed."
She returned to the couch, sitting beside him with a gentle exhale as if her presence could somehow keep him from straining himself.
Roger's gaze softened. Everything felt lighter, warmer, when she was near. Ever since they'd finally confessed their lingering feelings, something between them had shifted. There was no longer distance or hesitation—only the quiet pull of something inevitable.
