Jean found Jeremy sprawled on the couch in the sunroom, his face buried in a book, with sunlight casting a soft glow around him. Jeremy didn’t look up, but Jean knew from the tiny smile pulling at his lips that he’d already sensed his presence.

Without a word, Jean settled beside him, gently nudging Jeremy’s leg so he could make room. “You’re awfully absorbed in that book,” he commented quietly.

Jeremy’s smile grew as he glanced up, his expression just a touch softer than usual. “It’s peaceful here. Besides…” He shrugged, sliding his bookmark in place and setting the book down. “Was just waiting for you.”

Jean’s eyes softened, and without thinking, he reached over, brushing a hand along Jeremy’s shoulder. Jeremy leaned into the touch, letting his hand rest over Jean’s as they settled into the quiet comfort between them, a rare but cherished moment of peace.