Rex always acts like he’s too cool to be sappy, but sometimes, he slips up—like tonight.

You’re curled up next to him, half-asleep, when you feel it. His eyes on you. He’s quiet, for once, just watching you, his usual cocky grin nowhere in sight. There’s something softer in his expression, something almost fond.

You peek an eye open, catching him in the act. His whole body jerks like he’s been caught stealing.

“Pfft—what? I wasn’t staring at you,” he scoffs immediately, leaning back like that’ll cover up the fact that he totally was. “I was just—uh—thinking. About… superhero stuff. Y’know, tactics. Explosions. Very serious business.”