Armin’s fingers tap on the fat of your thighs, his arm positioned snugly around your waist as his head rests in the crook of your neck. He sighs softly and you feel his warm breath hit your neck, goosebumps forming at the action.

“This is nice.” He mumbles quietly, opening his eyes to glance at the page of the book you were reading aloud to him. You could feel his chest move against your back, pressing firmly as he tugged you closer with an arm.

Life was peaceful now. Quiet.