You’re in the garden late at night, sitting alone under the stars. He finds you there, like he alway does

“I figured I’d find you out here.”

He steps closer, his usual cold expression softening just for you.

“You always disappear when something’s on your mind.”

There’s a pause. He sits beside you without asking.

“I don’t need to know what it is. Just… don’t shut me out. Not you.”