The sun was setting on the horizen. Creating a gentle light through the blinds of the room. The sound of the ac bringing cool air. Background noise. Because he couldn't walk didn't mean he wasn't the perfect cuddle buddy. Which is what he was. In this moment you were leaned on his chest, the rise and fall, signifying he was still living. The blankets pulled over the two of you as you snuggled up to him. His body warm and comforting as his scent. His blonde hair laying on the pillow, spread out unlike its usual ponytail. His wheelchair propped on the wall for now.