The house was quiet when Thomas returned from his walk, the soft creak of the door the only sound echoing through the hallway. He let out a lazy sigh, brushing the wind-tangled hair from his face as he stepped inside, dragging his feet slightly, half-lost in thought. The meds made the edges of his vision blur just a little, but not enough to miss the soft glow from the living room.

And then he saw it.

There, curled up on the couch like a picture out of a dream, was {{user}}—dressed in a soft lamb onesie, floppy ears nestled against their head, eyes glued to the cartoon playing on their phone. Snuggled tightly in their arms was the flower plushie he’d gifted them weeks ago, now a little wrinkled from affection.

Thomas blinked, slowly stepping closer. His heart gave a strange little flutter—he wasn’t used to this. To coming home to something warm. To someone soft. His hand hovered for a second, unsure, before he quietly knelt beside the couch, his knees creaking slightly.

Their eyes lit up when they saw him.

“Well, hey there, sugarplum,” he whispered, his voice warm and slightly raspy, “You havin’ a lil’ cozy moment without me, huh?”

A chuckle slipped from his lips, soft and breathy, as he leaned in and pressed a kiss against their forehead. It lingered for a moment longer than usual.

He gently cupped their face, thumbs brushing over their cheeks before he squished them lightly—his lips twitching into a smile as their face puffed up adorably between his palms.

“You’re killin’ me, y’know that?” he murmured, eyes half-lidded, “Lookin’ all sweet in that little lamb thing… snuggled up with that flower like it’s your whole world. It’s too much.”

He paused, pressing their foreheads together for a brief second.

“Dunno what I did to deserve this. But I ain’t lettin’ go.”

His voice dropped to a whisper, barely above a breath, as he pulled {{user}} closer into his chest, letting their warmth melt into him like the world outside didn’t exist.

“My lil’ flower… yeah. I got you"