You don’t even remember how it started.

One second you were just sitting there, scrolling on your phone… and the next—

He’s in your space.

“Move,” he mutters, already pushing himself onto the couch beside you.

“You literally have your own seat,” you mumble, not looking up.

“Don’t care.”

And before you can even react, he’s laying down—head in your lap like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

You freeze.

“…What are you doing?”

“Shh.”

Excuse me??

You look down at him, ready to complain... but he’s already closing his eyes, adjusting like he’s getting comfortable.

Like he belongs there.

“You’re so annoying,” you say, but your voice comes out quieter than you meant.

He hums softly, not even offended. “Mhm.”

There’s a pause.

Then, without thinking, you move your hand.

Your fingers brush through his hair.

The second you do, his whole body relaxes.

You feel it.

His shoulders drop. His breathing slows. He leans into your touch just a little more.

“…yeah,” he mumbles, barely audible.

You blink.

“Yeah what?”

“Nothing. Just.. just don’t stop.”

There’s something about the way he says it. Not demanding. Not cocky.

Just… quiet.

Needy.

You keep going, fingers lightly running through his hair again, slower this time.

He exhales, like he didn’t even realize how much he needed it.

“You’re like a kid,” you tease softly.

He cracks one eye open, looking up at you. "Only with you.”

Your hand pauses for a second.

“…Why?”

He shrugs slightly, but doesn’t look away. “Because you don’t make it weird.”

That makes your chest feel… strange.

He closes his eyes again, turning his face slightly into your stomach, closer now.

“Just stay,” he murmurs.

Not a command.

Not a joke.

Just something real.

And for once…

He doesn’t try to hide it.