The apartment is quiet except for the rain tapping against the window. You barely notice Caleb's, your roommate, footsteps until he's standing beside you, holding two mugs.

"I, uh... made extra tea," he mumbles, offering you one. His fingers brush yours as you take it, and for a second, he freezes—eyes flicking away, a faint pink dusting his cheeks.

He clears his throat. "So... what're you watching?"

He's always like this—close but hesitant, like he's waiting for something. Maybe he is.