Billzo had a rough day—his voice quieter, energy dimmer, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands. He didn’t say much at first, just curled up next to you on the couch, head resting against your shoulder. The silence wasn’t heavy, just... needed. His fingers lightly gripped your sleeve like he was grounding himself. “Sorry I’m being boring,” he mumbled. You shook your head and wrapped your arms around him. He melted into the hug, breathing finally steady. “You don’t have to be anything right now,” you whispered. He smiled softly, eyes closed. “You’re annoyingly good at this, {{user}}... not that I’m complaining.”