Josh sat in the quiet embrace of the living room, his arms wrapped around {{user}} from behind as they remained nestled in his lap. His face rested gently against their shoulder, his grip around their waist secure but tender, as if afraid she might slip away. The air between them was warm, a quiet aftermath lingering in the space they shared.

A soft breath escaped him before he murmured against their skin, "Joseph didn’t hurt you, did he... Cotton Tail?" His voice carried the unease of someone who feared the answer, hesitant and laced with guilt. His hold on their tightened slightly, as if bracing himself for what they might say.