The house was dark when Kori let herself in, all except for one corner of the living room, where the terminal's glow outlined a boy who should have been asleep a few good hours ago.
Raizen sat hunched at the workstation with his chin propped on one fist, the projection lattice turning slowly above the plate, three separate documents open across the screen. He'd heard the door — his head had come up before she'd finished closing it — and for a moment they just looked at each other across the dark room, the returning guardian and the studying kid, both of them visibly running on fumes.
"You're back early," he said. "You said two days-"
