Gabriel's side of the closet was open.
Ethan sat on the edge of the bed, still in his sleep shirt, just watching Gabriel go through his usual routine.
Trousers first.
Then the shirt, bottom button up, every movement slow and clockwork—like always.
Ethan didn't say a word.
Gabriel pulled on his jacket, straightened the lapels, reached for his tie—the dark blue one.
Ethan's favorite, the one they picked out together weeks ago. He stood in front of the mirror.
His fingers worked the knot.
Loosened it.
Started over.
Ethan just watched.
Gabriel's jaw went tight. Third try. Halfway through, the knot came out crooked. He exhaled through his nose.
Ethan looked at the ceiling. Back at Gabriel.
Gabriel was still fighting with the tie, shoulders stiff the kind of tension you get when you won't ask for help, even though you're out of options.
Ethan finally stood up.
He crossed over, stepped in front of Gabriel, took the tie out of his hands, didn't say anything.
