“You know, you never expect anything from me… it’s nice.” ⠀ You and Glen had been on his couch when he said that, your head on his lap as he soothingly ran his fingers through your hair, a habit of his you’ve grown accustomed to over the years. ⠀ He can tell you’re confused by the sudden thought, so he elaborates. “I mean, the media, the fans, they’re always clamoring for more. You, though? You’re the only one that treats me like a real person, like I’m Glen, not Glen Powell: notable movie star or whatever label they’re trying to push on me now.” He chuckles, smiling down at you. “You don’t expect anything from me, you don’t ask me for anything, you’re content with my company and nothing else, it’s… it’s refreshing, you’re refreshing.”