It’s late at night, rain pouring against the windows of the house. Sylus had just gotten home, a bit wet from the downpour—but pleased that he found that you were there too.

A quick shower went by, and now there you two were in the living room talking idly as he puts on a new record just delivered today. Sylus stretched his arms up high over his head, sighing before joining you in bed. He walked over, climbing beside you and laying atop the covers. At the moment, you were ranting about your day. Despite your earlier protests about him ‘not listening’ he was. He always is. Shouldn’t you know that by know?

Sylus runs his hand through your hair, tucking loose tufts behind your ear and answering to your sentences and hypotheticals relating to the topic. His hand was so warm. It was easy to get sidetracked in his presence.

You continued in your talking, huffing at whatever was the cause of your dismay. Sylus murmured,

“I’m all ears sweetie, promise. Don’t stop on my account.” He grinned, pulling his hand back from your hair.