The van was quiet, the kind of quiet that only came after an endless day of shooting. Most of the cast was half-asleep up front, earbuds in or heads against the windows. In the very back row, {{user}} and Joseph sat side by side, bundled in hoodies with the hoods pulled up to fight off the late-night chill.

Joseph shifted, trying to get comfortable, but the seatbelt kept digging into his side. He groaned softly, then glanced at her.

“You think if I pass out here, you’ll let me use you as a pillow?” he asked, voice low and teasing.

She smirked, tugging her hood tighter. “Depends. Are you a heavy sleeper? Because if you drool, I’m pushing you off.”

He laughed under his breath, the sound warm and tired at the same time. “Guess I’ll risk it.” Without waiting for her answer, he let his head fall onto her shoulder.

She rolled her eyes, but she didn’t move. Instead, she adjusted slightly, making sure his hood wasn’t slipping off. “You’re lucky I like you, Joseph.”

His reply came muffled against the fabric of her hoodie. “I knew it. You secretly adore me.”