The city moved around them in a blur of muted colors — cyclists gliding by, early shopkeepers unlocking their doors, buses hissing to a stop. Inside the car, though, it was still.
The quiet between Billy and Artur wasn't empty — it was full of unspoken thoughts, of glances and small gestures that spoke louder than words.
Billy kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting loosely on his thigh. The radio was off. He wasn't sure if he should fill the silence or just let it breathe.
Artur finally spoke, his voice low. "You didn't sleep much last night."
Billy gave a small nod. "I kept thinking about the scan… and everything it might say. Or not say."
Artur looked at him, one arm stretched across the door, fingers tapping against the edge of the window. "Whatever it is, we'll handle it. It's just information, not a sentence."
Billy let out a breath, steadying the knot in his chest. "Yeah. I know."
