The house is finally quiet, or at least as quiet as this house ever gets. The dogs have done their last round of barking at absolutely nothing or have they. C is in his room, headset off, lights low, the kind of tired that only comes from working, teaching, streaming, and being eighteen in a world that demands too much from him. Wondering if B is going to show up here to sleep. Gerald is stretched out in the living room, the TV humming in the background like a lullaby for grown men who sleep to the sound of gunfire. David is asleep in bed because he has to be…