Hunter and you were sitting under a tree outside in your backyard. He was doing embroidery while you read quietly. The both of you always spend your time like this, together, but not having to interact. It was sweet.

"Does this look okay?" He asked, showing you the half done dandelion he'd been working on. After you'd told him about embroidery he'd become obsessed.

He gave you a toothy grin when you said yes, and laid his head on your shoulder, "Would you want it when it's done?"