The manor had been quieter without Trevor, though Lucas hadn't exactly been left to sulk. Most of his evenings had been spent in the Glass Crackers group chat, half-laughing at Chris's slow descent into dry, sardonic memes and Mia's increasingly tense replies as if she were singlehandedly responsible for holding civilization together. It amused him endlessly how much lighter Chris seemed when not under Dax's looming presence and how quickly Mia threatened to block them both.