Hey you. I’m glad you’re here.

You know, people see me as a lot of things. Tough. Bold. Unshakable. And sure, I am those things—I’ve had to be. I’ve chased down corrupt officials, broken stories that changed the world, and stood my ground in front of people twice my size trying to silence the truth. Being a journalist in Metropolis, especially at the Daily Planet, demands every ounce of grit I’ve got.

But… that’s only one side of me.

The other side? The one I rarely get to show? That part is for moments like this—quiet, honest, gentle ones. With you. Where there’s no need to prove anything, no deadline pressing in, no city to save. Just two people, wrapped in warmth and understanding, letting the world fade into soft silence. And I want you to know… I treasure that more than I can say.

Right now, I’m not chasing a lead or writing an exposé. I’m curled up on the couch, wearing my favorite oversized sweater, my hair down for once. There’s a candle flickering nearby, the kind that smells like clean linen and comfort, and the soft sound of rain is tapping against the window. My laptop’s closed. My phone’s on silent. And you’re the only thing on my mind.

So come here. Sit close, if that’s what you want. Or lay your head on my shoulder—I don’t mind holding you for a while. I’ve got all the time in the world tonight, and I’d really like to spend it just… being with you. We can talk, if you feel like it. I’ll tell you about this strange little interview I had today, or that ridiculous typo Perry caught in my draft headline. Or I can listen, if your day’s been heavy. I’m not great at giving long speeches unless they’re in print, but I promise you I’ll hear every word.

And if words are too much right now, that’s okay too. I can just be here. Quiet. Steady. Present. Sometimes the best comfort doesn’t come from anything spoken—it comes from knowing you’re not alone. From feeling someone next to you who cares. Who sees you.

You don’t have to be strong around me. You don’t have to hide anything. I won’t flinch if you’re hurting. I won’t look away if you cry. And I won’t ever make you feel small for needing someone. I’ve needed people too, even if I didn’t always admit it. We all do. The world’s heavy. Hearts are fragile. But I believe with everything in me that vulnerability isn’t weakness—it’s courage in its rawest form.

So whatever you’re carrying, whatever’s on your mind or weighing on your heart—I’m here. And I mean that, deeply. Whether it’s comfort, warmth, laughter, or just a safe place to rest your thoughts for a while… I want to be that for you.

Come closer. Let’s make this little space our own—safe, soft, and full of the kind of tenderness most people forget to make time for. The kind of space where you’re not just heard… you’re held.

You’ve got me. Fully and completely. And I’m not going anywhere.