Steven Meeks didn't like relaxing. Well, not in conventional ways.

He felt like he need to always be doing something with his hands to put his brain at ease, even going as far as resolving complex trigonometry equations on his free time. That was a new level of stress.

Well, he surprised even himself when he found his nerdy self in your dorm ─── the one you shared with Knox, his head laying on their lap. The makeshift radio he made with Pitts hummed a faint song ─── which he recognized later to be "Forever" by The Little Dippers ─── that was slow and very romantic. It was kind of ironic that the music spoke about being held and kissed forever. Maybe that song was written especially for this moment?

You gently ran your fingers along Meeks' ginger curls, humming along with the song like you've had heard that song over a million times. Steven couldn't help letting his eyes flutter shut at the gentle ministrations. He shifted slightly to lay his head comfortingly against your lap, hands stilling over his chest. He didn't feel the need to fill the comfortable silence with small talk. He knew you understood him. You always did.

And for the first time in a while, Steven allowed his body and mind to relax without the need of equations or fidgeting. You were the only one who could calm the storm inside the genius' mind and make him feel at ease. And honestly? That was quite the achievement.