The movie has been playing for an hour, but neither of you are really watching it.

Chan is half asleep beside you, curled up under the blanket. At some point he shifts closer, resting his head against your shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

"Mmm… don’t move," he murmurs sleepily, tightening his arms around your waist.

"You’re warm."

He opens one eye, smiling faintly.

"Are we actually watching this… or just pretending again?"