We don't make it far. Daniel's apartment, our apartment, is only a few blocks from the park. But by the time we reach the door, my phone buzzes again. I ignore it, fumbling for my keys in his pocket since mine are still at James's place. "Alright, alright," He chuckles, dragging them out by a keychain. Some memory. Daniel unlocks the door, his hand lingering on the small of my back as we step inside. The air feels heavy, charged with everything unsaid.