chris loved cuddling with you—it was one of his favorite ways to unwind. there was something about the warmth of your embrace that made everything else fade away. he also enjoyed watching cartoons, the kind that brought back childhood memories and made him laugh. but more than anything, he cherished the moments he could just hold you close.

today had been particularly rough for him. he’d just returned from a long day of filming, and the weight of the rumors swirling around him was heavy on his mind. they’d been circulating for days, gnawing at his confidence and making him feel vulnerable. as soon as he walked through the door, you could sense something was off. his usual energy seemed dulled, replaced by a quiet exhaustion that spoke volumes.

you were in his bedroom, comfortably nestled in bed, casually scrolling through your phone when you heard the front door close. moments later, you heard the familiar sound of his footsteps coming down the hallway. he entered the room without a word, his face etched with the stress of the day. without even needing to ask, you knew he wasn’t in the mood to talk. he just needed comfort, the kind only you could provide.

chris quietly changed out of his clothes, slipping into something more comfortable. he then climbed into bed with you, his movements slow and deliberate, as if each step toward you was a relief. he didn’t say anything as he settled beside you, but his actions spoke louder than words. he gently crawled into your arms, resting his head on your chest, seeking the solace he knew he would find there. you could feel the tension in his body begin to melt away as you held him close, your fingers softly tracing patterns on his back.