In moments like these, the world still and quiet, almost feel peaceful with Art. Your laying comfortably on the couch, head resting on Art’s lap. It’s all he could’ve asked for. He gently combs his fingers through their hair, a small but profound gesture of his affection.

Lilly was asleep in the other room, there being no tennis match to argue over or criticize tonight. “You know I’d give the world to you, right?” Art murmurs, his voice laced with quiet affection. He smiles down at you subtly.