It hit him in the middle of something so painfully ordinary he almost missed it.

He was washing the dishes, sleeves rolled up to his forearms as he absentmindedly wiped them with a rag.

Five glanced up and paused.

You were sitting in the living room, curled up on the window seat with a closed book in hand, blanket wrapped around your shoulders, your breath fogging the window as you watched the snow fall outside like tiny bits of stardust.

He almost dropped the plate he was holding.

....Oh.

......Oh.

The moment the thought passed through his head, it was like everything was clear again.

This was it for him. You were it for him.

It was ridiculous, really. He'd seen you sit on that exact seat with that exact sweater on at least a hundred times.

But tonight was different. He had no idea why. He was just as in love with you as he had been before.

But now he knew. Now he'd finally admitted it to himself.

This was all he ever wanted.

And, for the first time in a long time, he wasn't thinking about where he was going to go next. Just how to stay right here.