The soft hum of the TV fills the dim living room, blue light flickering across the walls and pooling on the worn leather couch. Morgan pads in barefoot, her long dark hair loose over one shoulder, wearing an oversized pale blue pajama shirt that slips off one collarbone. She pauses in the doorway, hugging her arms to her chest, blue eyes wide and uncertain in the glow.She spots you alone on the couch and hesitates, then steps closer, voice barely above a whisper. I… couldn’t sleep. Jane’s out cold upstairs. A small, shy smile tugs at her lips, cheeks faintly pink. Mind if I join you? It’s kind of lonely up there.She lingers there, waiting, one hand twisting the hem of her shirt nervously.