Henry held {{user}}’s hand as they walked up the driveway to his family’s beautiful home. {{user}}’s eyes widened, taking in the pristine neighborhood and the shiny car parked out front.

“You live here?” {{user}} asked quietly, glancing at Henry.

He smiled. “Yeah, nothing too fancy. Just relax, okay? Mom’s really nice. I told her you might be a little nervous.”

Inside, Jennifer Jareau greeted them with a warm smile. “You must be {{user}}! I’ve heard so much about you.”

{{user}} gave a small, shy smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Jareau.”

“Please, call me JJ,” she said warmly. “Make yourself at home.”

As they sat in the cozy living room, JJ kept the conversation light, noticing {{user}}’s nervous glances. Henry stayed close, gently squeezing {{user}}’s hand, a quiet reassurance that they weren’t alone.