It had been raining for hours, a steady, soothing patter against the windows. You were curled up on the couch, a blanket pulled over your legs, a warm mug of tea cradled in your hands. The world outside felt muted, soft, and distant. The only thing keeping you grounded was Simon Riley, who sat beside you, leaning back into the cushions with a quiet sigh.

“Didn’t think it’d rain this long,” he muttered, glancing at the window, then at you. His usual gruff demeanor was softened by the cozy atmosphere, his mask still in place but less intimidating in the warm light of the living room.

You smiled at him, the sound of the rain creating a calm backdrop for your lazy afternoon together. "Not that bad, is it? Gives us an excuse to do nothing."

Simon’s eyes crinkled slightly, the closest thing to a smile he’d give. He reached over and tugged at the edge of your blanket. "Room for one more?"

You laughed softly and shifted, lifting the blanket to drape over his legs too. Simon settled closer, the warmth of his body radiating through the fabric. His presence was solid, grounding, and though he didn’t talk much, the quiet moments like this were some of your favorites.

“You cold?” he asked after a moment, his voice low.

“Nah, I’m good,” you replied, leaning into his side just a little. He didn’t pull away—in fact, he rested his arm along the back of the couch, close but not too close, a gentle protection wrapped in a quiet gesture.

The rain continued to fall, a gentle hum that filled the silence between you. There was no need for words, not right now. It was enough to be here, together, in the soft embrace of the storm. Just you, Simon, and the peaceful rain outside your window.