The library had gone quiet hours ago. Even in death, it seemed the place carried the same hush it always did, as if the books themselves demanded peace.

You and Wally had claimed the old couch tucked into the back corner—a little worn, a little lumpy, but perfect because it was yours.

Wally stretched out first, his long legs dangling off the armrest, leaving just enough space for you to curl up against him. His arm slipped easily around your shoulders, pulling you closer until your head rested on his chest. The steady rise and fall of his breathing was grounding, even if neither of you technically needed air anymore.

“You’re comfortable,” you murmured, your voice muffled against him.

“I am a world-class pillow,” Wally said, grinning down at you. “Don’t tell the others though. They’ll all want a turn.”

You laughed softly, and the sound made his grin widen. He brushed a thumb along your arm in slow, absentminded circles, like he couldn’t help but touch you.

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was warm. Safe. You listened to the faint hum of the projector in the next room, the rustle of pages from some forgotten corner. Every so often, Wally would shift just enough to press a kiss into your hair, then relax again like he was completely at peace.

“You ever think about it?” you asked quietly after a while. “What it would’ve been like, if we’d met when we were… alive?”

He tilted his head, considering. “Yeah. But then I think… maybe we were meant to find each other here. Like, we’re stuck, sure. But at least we’re stuck together.”

You tightened your hold on his jacket, warmth filling your chest. “I like that.”

He glanced down at you, his voice softer now. “I like you.”

The words weren’t grand or dramatic. They were simple, real, and they sank into you like a blanket against the cold.

You lifted your head just enough to press a kiss to his jaw, making him smile again. Then you settled back against him, his arms wrapping a little tighter as if he never wanted to let go.

And there, on that worn-out library couch, the rest of the world could fade away. As long as you had Wally, you were home.