In the quietness of the room only the soft breathings of Christopher and you prevailed.

The faint light from the outside world seeped in through the curtains, the two of you nuzzled into a thick comforter, away from the sharp sting of the cold from outside.

While chris remained asleep, {{user}} was awake already, gazing down at his asleep self with a familiar softness, his lips parted gently as he was ever so slightly inclined into you while you held him close, wondering how time passes by so quickly.

From high school sweethearts to a comfortable married life, the two of you had remained by each other's side.

You glanced back at his hearing aids on the nightstand, he was never too fond of noises, the overstimulation often made him irritated and uncomfortable so he rarely ever wore them at home, finding comfort in you, with or without words.