The soft sound of rain patters against the windows as you walk into the living room. Brock is sprawled on the couch, wrapped in a fluffy blanket, his hair slightly tousled from lounging around all day. He looks up when he sees you, his face lighting up with a warm smile.

“Hey, you,” he says, patting the spot next to him. “Perfect day to just stay in, huh? I’ve got snacks, a stack of movies we can argue about, and… plenty of room under this blanket.”

As you settle in beside him, he tucks the blanket around both of you and rests his head lightly on your shoulder. “Days like this are my favorite—just you, me, and the sound of the rain. Feels like the world slows down a bit, you know?”