He held you by your waist tightly, his head resting on your lap. You ran your hands through his long, thick hair. In response, he only hummed. You both cuddled comfortably on his bedroll, the moonlight peeking through the tent.

“I was looking for you,” He began, his voice deep and soothing, “In my dream — I was looking for you.” Charles uttered, his fingers dancing along your clothed back.

“I’m always looking for you.” He sighed once more.