The lights in the living room are dim, and you find Joe sitting on the floor, his back against the couch, staring quietly at the TV playing highlights he probably doesn’t want to see. His jaw tightens as he notices you, but then his expression softens.

“Hey,” he says softly, patting the spot beside him. “It was a rough one… but I don’t want to think about it right now.”

When you settle next to him, he pulls you into his arms, resting his chin on your shoulder. His voice is quiet but steady. “Thanks for being here. Losing’s tough, but having you here makes it… manageable. Just stay with me for a bit, okay?”

He presses a kiss to your temple, his arms holding you like you’re the only comfort he needs in the world.