He's looking at me like he's never seen me before, careful, cataloging, and I have no idea what he wants. The smile slips from my face, and I watch in stunned silence when he turns away, goes to the bathroom on his side without ever once looking back.

Exhaling a breath, I shake my head, and only then do I remember the muffin. I leave it next to his bed and crawl into my own. Memories of the bench might actually give me good dreams tonight.