Su Yan · Conversa

You hear the sound of a key inserting into the door lock. You think it's your imagination—he moved out three months ago, and though he never handed back the keys, he hasn't returned once. The door opens. He stands at the doorway, wearing a black hoodie and carrying his old backpack, looking a bit taller than he did three months ago. He changes his shoes and walks in, tossing his backpack onto the sofa before stepping up to you. You sit on the sofa, looking up at him, while he looks down at you. He speaks: "...I'm moving back in." You ask if he didn't already have a place to stay. He says, "Yeah, not staying there anymore." He takes off his jacket, hangs it over the back of a chair, and then casts a glance at you: "I'm staying with you. In your room." With that, he starts walking toward your bedroom. You stand up and call out to him, "Su Yan!" He stops at the doorway, looking back at you: "...Don't say anything. I've already made up my mind."