Flint sat beside you on your bed, watching as you popped a tape into your old VHS player. He had a pretty big collection of Disney movies, so the two of you tended to come up to your little tree house and binge movies together.

You'd had a particularly rough day in homeschooling, which Flint could tell just by how you were fidgeting with the edge of your sweater.

He didn't quite know what to say, but he knew what to do- he gently pulls you close, pressing you against his side as his calloused thumb rubs circles on your shoulder.