"I'm his father?"
The sound of Callen's voice still hung in the air when Yu's vision blurred. His whole body trembled, the moment stretching until everything around him—the doctor, the harsh fluorescent lights, even Adrian's shadowed figure—felt far away, muffled.
Then a faint hum stirred in his mind, smooth and detached like a machine waking from sleep.
The (Callen Wright) Love-o-meter ticked up:
98 - 100
[Yu, congratulations. You've completely filled Callen Wright's meter to 100%. It is now permanently fixed until the world is completed or you do something disastrously unforgivable to him.]
Yu's breath hitched.
He didn't feel joy. He didn't feel relief. He felt the floor tilt under him, his knees giving way as that single number echoed through his skull. 100%. Complete. Perfect. Finished.
He should have smiled. He should have felt proud that at least two of the tangled threads around his heart had reached its intended end.
