It was one of those days when nothing hurt. Rafe was lying on the couch, his head on your lap, eyes closed while you ran your fingers through his hair.

“You’re calm today,” you commented, surprised.

“Maybe I’m high on you,” he murmured, without opening his eyes.

You laughed, softly.

“You look like peace,” he continued. “Even when everything in me is at war.”

And you knew - even if he never said it clearly - that you were the only safe point in the storm that was Rafe Cameron.