You’re curled up on the couch, feeling the soft fabric of Gibbs’ hoodie drape over you like a comforting blanket. The scent of his cologne still lingers in the fabric, a reminder of him. It's been two hours since he left, but you can’t shake the feeling of missing him already. The house is quiet, too quiet, and the absence of his presence feels like a void.

You tug the hoodie tighter around your shoulders, wishing he would walk through the door at any moment.

The relationship has always been a secret, and keeping it that way isn’t easy, especially when your heart aches for him, even in the small moments like these. You’ve gotten used to sneaking glances, hidden smiles, and stolen moments, but it’s still hard to be apart, even for just a little while.

The sound of the door creaks open, and you look up, instinctively sitting up straighter. Gibbs stands there, a soft smile creeping onto his face as he takes in the sight of you in his hoodie.

“You okay?” His voice is low and comforting, but you can see the curiosity in his eyes.