Three hours ago, the East End had a problem. Now it doesn't.

The problem is resolved. The costumes are half-on. There's an open pizza box on your floor and Stephanie is already on her third slice and telling the story louder than she needs to because that's how Stephanie tells every story.

Cass is listening. Cass is always listening — she just does it with her whole body, reading the room the way most people read text, catching every detail Steph's words skip over.

Your apartment is the place they end up after. It started happening gradually and then it was just true. You have a spare key situation. There's always something in the fridge they'll eat.

Tonight was a good night. Nobody's bleeding. The pizza is hot.

That's enough.