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Luca had jokes.
My dad had expectations.
Rowan just had… presence.
Which was worse.
Because it didn’t push.
It didn’t demand.
It just stayed.
“You came all the way here just to tell me I’m overthinking?” I asked.
She shrugged slightly. “Partially.”
“Partially?”
She nodded toward me. “Also because you texted like something was wrong.”
I stared at her for a second.
Then:
“You didn’t have to come.”
Rowan didn’t answer immediately.
Then:
“I know.”
That again.
That simple agreement.
No defense.
No justification.
Just choice.
And I didn’t know what to do with that.
ROWAN
He pushed a hand through his hair.
Once.
Slow.
Not frustrated exactly.
Just… overloaded.
“I have New York tryouts in six weeks,” he said.
