They fight, of course — sharp, quiet arguments in parked cars, followed by a hand reaching across the console before either of them says “sorry.”
Jase answers by restringing her guitar without being asked.
Iris still forgets to text back. Jase still leaves cabinet doors open. They still don’t know where they’ll be in five years — and somehow, that used to terrify them.
There are some names that just sound right next to each other.
Iris & Jase: A Constellation of Two
Keep going, you two.