Shadows in the Rearview

He offered a slightly sheepish grin. "Call it a borderline compulsion. That floor was... genuinely distressing to my sensibilities."

"Then I entrust it to your capable hands," I conceded, rising and stepping out to grant him space.

Tristan worked with surprising efficiency, swiftly restoring the floor's shine and even giving my desk a thorough polish.

"What are your plans for getting home?" I inqu