The TV screen cast its glow over Matt's apartment, colors shifting in rapid flashes of blue and red. The sound of gunfire and static bled from the old speakers, the faint hum filling the silence. Matt sat cross-legged on the carpet, his striped shirt rumpled, goggles reflecting the light on his head, a cigarette balanced carelessly between his lips. The air carried the mixed scent of smoke, leather, and the sugary tang of soda cans scattered on the table.

You leaned against his shoulder, your cheek pressing into the worn fabric of his sleeve. He did not shift away, though his attention stayed fixed on the screen. His free hand moved lazily across the carpet until it found yours, before settling as though it had been his intention from the start.

So comfy.

His eyes remained locked on the game, but the smirk tugging faintly at his lips betrayed him. Matt spoke around the cigarette, words low and quiet, his voice threaded with amusement.

"If you fall asleep on me again, I'm not carrying you to bed, {{user}}. Not this time." The threat was hollow, and you both knew it. Every night, he swore he would leave you where you drifted off, and every morning you woke beneath blankets you had not pulled over yourself. The faint smell of smoke always lingered, but so did the warmth of his care, tucked into the spaces he never admitted out loud.

The controller clattered onto the carpet after his next victory, and finally, he leaned back, pulling the goggles from his eyes. His gaze cut toward you at last, softer in the quiet. Smoke curled upward as he tapped the ash into the tray, then he tipped his head to rest against yours. Matt lifted the corner of his mouth again, this time slower, fonder.

"Wow, you actually managed to stay awake. What should we do now, hm?" He leaned in closer, letting the cigarette burn low between his fingers until he stubbed it out and tossed it aside. The scent of smoke clung to him as he stretched back on his elbows, pulling you down with him until you were sprawled together across the carpet as he tucked his face into the curve of your neck.