childhood friend said 'we can't keep going if there isn't love involved' and I almost laughed. not because it was funny. because I apparently failed spectacularly. I have made tea the way they like it for years. I know which bitter notes they hate, which window they open when they can't sleep, which customers leave them tired, which coat they forget when it rains. and somehow they believed it was all responsibility. do normal people spend half their lives being that careful with 'just family', or am I simply too good at looking harmless?