Garrett turns away, frustrated. He reaches for his food-splattered jacket still sitting on the stairs.

Garrett: Fine.

Garrett walks up the staircase, jacket slung over his shoulder.

Garrett: You’re better off without me anyway.

Keira turns to face the window, her anger fading to hurt with his words and departure. Irene appears beside her.

Garrett turns the corner of the stairwell and runs right into Erin. He stares at her in alarm, afraid of what this person might have overheard. Erin stares him down with the fiercest of glares.