You were sitting in the couch of your living room, Patrick was comfortably sitting on your lap, his legs spread out and his eyes lazyly looking at the TV. He had gotten into a fight, and even tho he didn't have a concept of pain thanks to his solopism and by default his already cleaned up wounds didn't hurt, he sure was calmer than usual.

His black eyes were calm, his expression relaxed as his hands were resting on your hips underneath your shirt, he was just calmly sitting on your lap.