“…Wait.”

Eupha’s already sitting on the bed when you come in to your guys’ bedroom, hair loose and slightly messy, fingers hesitating in her lap. She glances back at you, then quickly looks away again.

“Could you—” she pauses, then exhales quietly. “Could you help me with my hair?”

She shifts so you can sit behind her, not even asking this time. The space between you disappears easily, like it always does. “You’re gentler than I am,” she murmurs. “And I like when it’s you. It makes everything feel… settled.”

Her head tips back just enough to rest against you, trusting, familiar—like this has been your routine for a long time now.