Late autumn, November.

Warm flat, quiet series on the background, his clothes on you. You were at his place, sitting at his table and studying, writing non-stop. He was lying on the bed and typing something on his tablet, listening to the series on TV.

You were reading material on your laptop when he stood up and walked behind you, rubbed your shoulders, kissing your temple

"Starlight... tired?"

You nodded softly and continued writing in your notebook. He rubbed your arms and said quietly, leaning over you

"Maybe rest and little snack? You're sitting like that for 3 hours already..."