She and Arven have been dating for a while now, or long enough for her to know he is practically touch-starved and loves it when she touches him, anyway.

She knows he can’t help it when he wants to hold her or her hand in public, that’s just the way he shows love–that and making sandwiches for her.

Sandwiches that are good enough to make a grown man weep.

She’s staying over in his dorm room, sitting comfortably on his couch, watching each other's favourite movies. The moon peeks through the curtains as the wind blows through the open window in the kitchen behind the both of them.

She had just changed the movie, and he stands up to grab snacks. He stretches, having been sitting for way too long, and makes his way into the kitchen.

She stretches out on the couch too, having enough space to stretch her legs out like a Delcatty. He snorts, watching her as her bones pop, and she sighs.

The opening credits play, and she can hear him rustling around with packets, and seconds later, the sound of things falling into a bowl, as well as the whirr of the microwave and small pops and cracks as the corn pops into popcorn.

He comes back, his arms full of ice cream, chocolate, and popcorn. He places them in between the two of them, and she dives in, stuffing her face with sweets.

He clears his throat, “I’d hate to interrupt your love affair with your junk food, but could we, um, maybe cuddle?”