There is also the ordinary cruelty of time. Habits calcify. New patterns fit into grooves like a different key; it works, but the lock has a scar. They are learning how to do domestic life with a new vocabulary: less “always” and more “for now.” Not revolutions, but adjustments. In the morning he will fold the duvet like a ritual and leave the mug in the sink as if it were the most natural thing in the world; in the afternoon she will throw open the curtains and check the plants for yellowing tips as if that were the last frontier to guard.