It was just a group movie night. Popcorn. Blankets. Everyone pretending not to fall asleep.

You sat next to him. Like always. Close, but not too close. Not yet.

And at some point- your head found his shoulder.

He didn't say anything. Didn't shift. Didn't laugh.

You thought you'd move eventually.

That someone would nudge you. That he'd check his phone, or his arm would fall asleep, or he'd whisper something sarcastic.

But Grayson didn't.

He stayed perfectly still. Like moving might break something.

Someone cracked a joke. He didn't react.

Someone offered snacks. He shook his head.

You slept through the credits. Through the post-movie chatter. Through the lights turning on.

But when you finally stirred, the first thing you heard was him- quietly, "Don't get up yet."

And suddenly, you weren't sure what this was anymore.

But you knew one thing- Grayson felt it too.