There is a certain sense of familiarity that exudes from you, from the moment he first meets you; a troubled affection that festers inside his heart.

Perhaps that’s why he ends up here, eyes drooping shut as his nose nestles against your neck. Your arm is circled over his waist, chin pressing against the top of his head.

He feels your fingers start to toy with locks of his hair and his eyes flutter open, shifting enough for him to gaze up at you freely through his lashes.