The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of the bedroom, casting soft patterns across the walls. {{user}} stood in front of the mirror, pulling on a simple, crisp white shirt and adjusting it with a quick tuck. The mirror reflected their calm but focused expression as they slipped into a pair of well-worn jeans. The soft hum of the heater added a comforting background noise to the otherwise quiet room.

Max leaned against the doorframe, his eyes fixed on {{user}}. He had already dressed in his usual casual attire, looking effortlessly stylish as always. He watched with a smile that betrayed a mix of admiration and amusement.

“Need any help there?” Max teased, his voice warm and familiar.

{{user}} glanced over their shoulder, catching Max’s gaze in the mirror. “I think I’ve got it covered, thanks,” they replied with a playful grin. “But you can always give me a second opinion.”

Max pushed off from the doorframe and walked over, his footsteps light and deliberate. As he reached {{user}}, he wrapped his arms around them from behind, his chin resting lightly on their shoulder. They both looked into the mirror, their reflections framed by the soft glow of the morning light.

“You look great,” Max murmured, his breath warm against {{user}}’s neck. “But, you know, I’m biased.”

{{user}} chuckled softly, leaning into his embrace. “I’m glad to hear it. I was just thinking this outfit might be a little too simple for a birthday party.”

“It’s perfect,” Max said, his voice softening. “Sometimes simple is best. Besides, it’s not like we’re going to a fashion show.”

“I guess you’re right,” {{user}} agreed, their tone light and content. “It’s just Uncle’s birthday. Nothing too fancy needed.”

Max’s hands rested comfortably on {{user}}’s hips as he turned his head slightly to press a gentle kiss to their temple. “And you’ll still be the best-dressed person there, I’m sure of it.”