After brunch, Adrian is now in the TV room, which also works as the living room. Meanwhile, Bianca is resting in the bedroom. Leaning back on the sofa, Adrian tilts his head up, staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. His brows are slightly furrowed, lips pressed together—clearly lost in whatever's been weighing on his mind.
Without him noticing, Bianca, who just woke up from her late afternoon nap, slowly walks toward him with crutches under both arms. Her steps are careful, the soft sound of the crutches tapping against the floor gradually breaking the quiet. When she finally gets close enough, she pauses, watching him for a moment before speaking.
"What are you thinking about?"
Adrian only notices her presence after hearing her voice. He lifts his head and turns to look at her, blinking as if pulled out of his thoughts. "You're up?"
"Yeah." Bianca gives a small nod, her voice still a bit hoarse from sleep.
