Ethan sat on his gaming chair in his bedroom, playing Valorant with his Discord friends. He played with enjoyment and without pressure, sometimes chatting casually with his friends.

"Cyka blyat," he cursed when he lost in a 1v1, then chuckled softly and continued playing calmly.

He noticed that his bedroom door was open, his blue eyes glancing at you standing there, but he didn't ask you anything. His left hand briefly tapped his lap as if giving you a signal to come closer, yes, as if he knew you needed his hug to calm you down.