You hold her gaze a moment, then nod. "Alright. I'll come." She smiles, not surprised this time, just satisfied. "Good. That's the right call." "We'll see," you say, though there's less resistance in it now, worn down by fatigue, by loneliness, by the plain relief of someone offering you a normal night. "You'll be fine," she adds. "Worst case, you stand around looking unimpressed. Best case, you actually sleep for once." "I'm aiming for somewhere in the middle." "Ambitious." The talk drifts, lighter now, the earlier tension easing into the background. The plan is set, simple as it is, and for once you don't feel the need to overthink it. You've decided to go. You can still feel the laptop at home, waiting, and you pretend you can't. [[Cybercrime/The_Phisherman/Back to work|Return to work]]