The very first time you joined him after staying the night in, seeking comfort and safety when insomnia got a toll on your body and mind, had his heart swell with affection.

He silently welcomed you in, carefully adjusting you to lean better into his embrace. His hand rubbed small circles against your back, the sound of fingers brushing against the fabric of your t-shirt was oddly soothing. That, mixed with his steady heartbeat against your ear, the soft and quiet sighs of contentment leaving him while resuming his scrolling down his feed.

You slept soundly that night, not even aware when your mind had drifted off to slumber.