Lukas blinked. "Wait, really?"
She nodded, her smile returning. "I miss you. And… I want to be there."
His face brightened. Really brightened. Like someone had lit the room from the inside.
"I can't wait," he murmured.
They talked for a few more minutes about the match—how chaotic it was, how frustrating the draw felt, how close Lukas came to winning the game in the last second. But even as they joked, she could see something sitting behind his eyes. A heaviness. She didn't push—he had already said he'd tell her tomorrow.
Eventually, she lay down on her side, propping her head on her hand. He shifted too, lying more comfortably.
"I love you," she said quietly.
"I love you," he replied.
"I love you more."
"No, I love you more."
"I love you most."
"That's cheating."
She giggled. "Still won."
He rolled his eyes, smiling despite himself. "Fine. You win."
"Always."
"Yeah, yeah…"
