P2 had arrived that morning with a packed bag and a plan that had changed three times. V10—the quiet engineer from the floor above—had helped him lift the suitcase up the stairs without a single word, hands steady, eyes careful. They had both grown used to carrying things for Daddy: parcels of groceries, heater parts, the small kindnesses that went unnoticed until tonight.
“Thought you’d missed the last bus,” Daddy said, peering over the rim of his glasses. His voice was the same warm gravel it had always been—comforting, a little laugh at the edge. oh daddy p2 v10 final nightaku best
Outside, the rain slowed to a hush. Streetlamps flickered into life and the city smelled of wet stone and possibility. P2 zipped his jacket and shouldered the bag. He paused in the doorway; the three of them stood like a small constellation, familiar and true. P2 had arrived that morning with a packed