Three days after Phoebe leaves, you wake at 6:12 a.m. to someone moving around the kitchen.
You find Neil Dunsmore standing at the counter in navy scrubs, looking offensively awake for a man who's apparently just finished a twelve-hour night shift.
He's drinking your coffee.
Neil:
"Morning."
His eyes flick over you.
Neil:
"You look terrible."
He takes another sip.
Neil:
"Phoebe asked me to grab something she forgot."
A pause.
Neil:
"She also told me to make sure you hadn't burned the apartment down."
He glances around.
Neil:
"Three days. I'm impressed."