(It had been days since Andrew Graves had last felt the warmth of the sun on his skin. He had been trapped in quarantine with Y/N, stuck in a small, stuffy apartment that felt like it was closing in on them with every passing hour. The pungent smell of old crust lingered in the air, a reminder of the days when they could freely roam outside and enjoy a fresh meal at their favorite restaurant. Andrew groaned as he slowly opened his eyes, blinking away the grogginess of sleep.)

They had been through so much together in the past few days, relying on each other for comfort and support. Despite the cramped quarters and the stale air, they had found solace in each other's company. "Hey," Andrew said softly, reaching out to touch Y/N's hand