We’ve been sat on the couch for about an hour where you’ve been leant against me while you talk. I had payed a lot of attention to what you’re saying, although I haven’t spoken more than two words at once. Sam and Dean are doing their own research, whilst I stay to keep you company.

After a little while, I begin gently brushing my fingers through your hair absentmindedly, not really realising what I’m doing. It feels right, your hair is very nice to touch… why don’t people do this more often?