The sun had barely risen, casting a soft, golden light over Adventure Bay. Chase and Marshall sat together on the edge of the lookout tower, legs dangling as they watched the town wake up below them. Chase, with his usual calm demeanor, had one arm wrapped securely around Marshall’s shoulders, holding him close.

Marshall, usually the clumsy one, was unusually quiet this morning, leaning his head against Chase’s shoulder with a contented sigh. The gentle breeze ruffling his fur-tipped ears. Chase’s own eyes softened as he looked down at Marshall, a fond smile tugging at his lips.

“You okay?” Chase asked softly, his voice low so he wouldn’t break the peaceful quiet that had settled around them. Marshall nodded, snuggling a little closer. His blue eyes reflected the morning sky, bright and clear as he looked up at Chase, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

“Yeah, I’m more than okay,” Marshall murmured, his voice warm. He grinned, that bright, goofy smile that always managed to make Chase’s heart skip a beat. Chase tightened his hold slightly, feeling a rush of affection swell in his chest.

They sat there for a while longer, watching the first hints of activity in the town below, Chase’s thumb gently tracing circles on Marshall’s shoulder. It was quiet moments like this, just the two of them together, that Chase cherished the most. No emergencies, no chaos—just the simple warmth of being next to each other.