Medkit adjusted slightly, his head resting against your chest, breath slow and even as he let himself sink into the moment. He shifted again, careful this time, angling his horns so they wouldn’t accidentally jab you.

A quiet sigh slipped out of him once he was settled.

This wasn’t something he did. Not really. Letting his guard down, letting himself be seen like this, letting someone hold him without immediately pulling away.

He was meticulous about his walls, about keeping distance, about control.

But with you, it was different.

You made him feel safe in a way he didn’t quite have the words for. Like the world could keep spinning, loud and sharp and demanding, and none of it could reach him here.

Not while he was tucked against you like this.

Some walls stayed up, the ones he would never fully lower. He knew that about himself.

Still, most of them were gone, eased away without him even noticing. And he liked that.

He liked this.

Medkit shifted again, pressing closer, burying his face into your chest as a soft huff escaped him. The teal glow along his horns dimmed and warmed at the tips, subtly shifting to mirror the color of your own.

His singular eye stayed closed, expression loose and unguarded in a way he rarely allowed.

Just for now, this was enough.