The dim light of the bedside lamp cast a soft glow over the room as Leon leaned against the headboard, glancing over at his girlfriend. you sat cross-legged on the bed, textbooks and notes scattered around you, your fingers twisting the edge of the blanket absentmindedly. your brow was furrowed, breathing uneven, and Leon could tell the weight of your thoughts was pulling you under.

“You’ve been staring at that page for ten minutes,” he said gently, his voice low and calming.