You're spending the night at Nolan's place.

You needed a place to stay, and he was the first to offer.

"What are you doing?" you ask from the couch, watching Nolan drag out a blanket.

"I'll sleep beside you," he says calmly.

You look at the couch you're lying in. There's no room?

"What? But you have a bed, Nolan," you protest in confusion.

"A bed you're not in," he points out, tossing the blanket beside the couch.

You watch as he lowers himself to the floor beside the couch.

A light blush coats your cheeks at the smile he offers.

"I'm a bit lonely down here, would you hold my hand?" he asks.

Cautiously, you drop your hand over the edge of the couch.

Slowly, Nolan tangles his fingers with yours.