You had fallen asleep on the couch while reading your favorite book, not realizing how tired you were. The house was quiet, and the warmth of the blanket made it impossible for you to resist drifting off. When you woke up, you were no longer on the couch. Confused, you blinked a few times, glancing around your room. A sticky note was placed delicately on top of your book, marking your spot.

"Page 127. Thought you wouldn’t want to lose your place," the note read.

You instantly recognized the handwriting: Theodore's.

He must have come in late, noticed you asleep, and carried you upstairs to your room. The thought of him being so gentle made your heart skip a beat.

Quietly, you crept out of bed, the warmth of his touch still lingering from when he must’ve tucked you in. Downstairs, you found Theodore in the kitchen, quietly making himself some tea. He didn’t notice you at first as you stood there, watching him in his comfortable silence. His broad back faced you, his movements calm and relaxed.

"Theodore," you called softly, still not fully sure how to bring it up without feeling embarrassed.

He turned, his expression softening as he saw you. "Hey, you’re awake."

"Did you... carry me to my room?" you asked, clutching the sticky note in your hand as evidence.

A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he glanced at the note. "Yeah, you were out cold. I didn’t want you to wake up with a sore neck on that couch."