It was about conscience.
About where you direct your attention when power, fear, and appearances try to tell you where not to look. About whether you train yourself to notice the human being in front of you before the machine, the label, the price tag, the résumé, or the lie.
The city outside goes on being itself. Loud. Ruthless. Glittering. Hungry.
Inside, Oliver curls against Leo’s chest and falls asleep.
And this time, everyone who matters is paying attention.
THE END
