It's raining outside.

You're sitting on the sofa, the yellowish light of the living room illuminating little space.

Ethan puts his arm around your shoulders without saying anything.

You ask what he's thinking about.

"About how this is enough."

You laugh.

"Just this?"

He looks at you.

"You here. Quiet house. No shouting. No running around."

He kisses your forehead.

"It's enough."