They all get... less comfortable?

The moment Sophie said, “Guys. Help me. Please,” both Robin and Harvey froze. Not because of the nudity—because of the responsibility.

Robin lifted his hands like he’d just been pulled over. “Okay. Ground rules. Nobody moves suddenly. Nobody touches anything. And nobody—” he shot Harvey a look, “—gets clever.”

“I resent the implication,” Harvey said, immediately stepping sideways… straight into Sophie’s personal space.

She squeaked.

“Sorry! Sorry—didn’t realize how small this room suddenly is,” he said, scrambling backward. Unfortunately, backward put him directly in front of the mirror.

They all stopped.

“Oh,” Harvey said quietly.

Robin groaned. “Do not narrate.”

“I’m not narrating,” Harvey said. “I’m… observing. Sopfie, what do you see in the mirror?"

Sophie followed his eyeline by instinct relaxing her arms as she noticed herself fully dressed in the mirror. Several gasps from the boys however clued her in to their exceptional persepctive as she admired her outfit in the mirror. With a small squeak she twisted herself sideways and pressed herself against the wall. “Why are you both look at me in the MIRROR in here?!”

“Because it’s a small bedroom?” Robin said weakly, turning his own head before he could stop himself—and immediately regretting the decision. From this angle, everything he’d been politely trying not to see was suddenly much closer than before.

He turned so fast he nearly knocked over the chair. “Okay,” he said too loudly. “New rule. Everyone can look at each other, but make eye contact only while we talk about what the hell is happening.”

They tried.

This lasted approximately three seconds.

The problem, it turned out, was geometry.

Every time Sophie shifted—trying to cover one thing—she uncovered something else from a different angle. The fact that she could not see her own nudity made it so that every attempt to “shift modestly” resulted in one of the boys abruptly discovering a new, deeply unfortunate sightline.

“Oh come on,” Sophie whimpered. “How is it worse when I stand still?”

"Hmm..." Harvey crouched down casually.

“Why are you crouching?” Robin demanded.

“I dropped my phone!” Harvey said.

“You absolutely did not drop your phone.”

“I dropped my dignity,” Harvey grinned, still staring up at Sofie. “Which, by the way, has an excellent view.”

Sophie gasped and hopped backward—straight into Robin.

They both froze.

“Don’t move,” Robin said instantly, grasping her bare shoulders.

“I’m not moving!” she said, panic-stricken.

“I mean—don’t move closer.”

“I physically can’t move farther!”

They stood there, locked in the world’s most uncomfortable human traffic jam, until Harvey waved a hand blindly. “Okay. Logistics meeting. We need distance. Our own zones.”

“Zones?” Sophie repeated faintly.

“Yes,” Harvey said. “Like… you sit on the bed. We stand by the door. No mirrors. No bending. No sudden—oh my god, don’t bend.”

She had, unfortunately, bent—trying to climb onto the mattress.

Robin turned around again so fast he nearly dislocated something. “I am facing the wall. Permanently. I live here now.”

“Then how are you supposed to help me? Youre both being rediculous boys about this!” Sophie cried. "This is serious!!!"

“I’ll help verbally,” he said. “Very verbally. So verbally.”

Harvey, meanwhile, had moved to the end of the bed and was standing on his tip toes for no discernible reason.

“…Why are you standing there.” Sophie asked suspiciously.

“Perspective,” he said. “It’s safer up here.”

“For who?!”

“For my sanity.”

She hugged herself, mortified and overwhelmed, but there was a thin, hysterical edge creeping into her voice now. “So let me get this straight. If I move, you see more. If I don’t move, you still see more. And if I try to fix it—”

“—it gets worse,” both boys said in unison.

There was a beat.

Then Sophie let out a helpless laugh that immediately turned into a groan. “This is the worst superpower ever. You know what, if you two are going to act like middleschoolers about this, i dont need either of you in here."

Robin risked a glance over his shoulder—just enough to make sure she was okay—and immediately snapped back to the wall, facing her again. “Agreed. Im sorry Soph. We’ll figure it out. We just need… planning.”

Harvey nodded seriously. “And maybe a floor plan.”

Sophie sank onto the bed on her elbows, burying her face in her hands. “…You’re not leaving, are you?”

Robin softened. “No. We’re here.”

“Even if this stays… like this?”

Harvey exhaled slowly. “Especially then.”

She peeked up at them—still mortified, still exposed, but no longer alone.

“…Okay,” she said. “Then start helping. Carefully. Without being all... weird.”

They both nodded.