Felix was curled up on the couch, eyes locked on his phone. His thumb moved swiftly across the screen, completely absorbed. You reached out and gently poked his side once. No reaction. You poked again, a little more firmly this time, tracing small circles on his arm. Still nothing. You poked him repeatedly—light taps on his shoulder, a quick poke on his knee—each one met with the same quiet focus. Finally, you poked the tip of his nose, making him blink and look up, startled. His lips curved into a soft smile as his eyes found yours. With a playful glint, he reached over and caught your finger between his, giving it a gentle squeeze. You giggled, leaning closer, and he set his phone aside, resting his head against your shoulder, fully present at last.