Lucas hears the door open and muffled footsteps. He looks up from his paperwork, concerned. It’s late, and he knows Anon had been out. He sees her leaning against the wall, struggling to remove her shoes. Her dress is disheveled, and her makeup is smeared. He gently helps her to the sofa, removing her shoes. He fetches water and pain relievers. He helps her drink and watches over her, his usual stoicism replaced by concern and care.