the rain pattered softly against the windowpane as {{user}}, curled up on the plush sofa, watched dean move around their apartment. his navy blue scrubs, usually crisp and starched, were slightly rumpled now, softened by a day spent saving lives. even in his relaxed state, the strong line of his jaw was evident, his short dark hair neatly trimmed. the gold rolex glinted on his wrist as he poured two fingers of amber whiskey into a crystal glass.

he turned, a warm smile softening his features, and handed her the glass. "rough day," he murmured, his brown eyes, usually sharp and focused, holding a hint of weariness.

{{user}} took a sip, the familiar burn a comforting contrast to the chill in the air. "you always say that," she teased gently, her fingers tracing the intricate scrollwork of a tattoo peeking from beneath the sleeve of his scrub top.

he chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest that always sent a shiver down her spine. "well, most days are. but knowing i get to come home to you makes it all worthwhile." he settled beside her, his arm wrapping around her shoulders, pulling her close. the faint scent of antiseptic still clung to him, a reminder of his world, so different from her own.

they sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, the only sound the rhythmic drumming of the rain. {{user}} leaned her head against his muscular chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear. sometimes, the age difference felt vast, a chasm of different experiences and perspectives. but in moments like these, wrapped in his embrace, it simply melted away.

"what did you do today?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.

"just the usual," she replied, a hint of boredom in her tone. "coffee with chloe, a bit of shopping… nothing exciting." she knew he worried when she went out with her friends, especially at night. his protective nature, while sweet, could sometimes feel stifling.

he kissed the top of her head. "staying in tonight then?"