Caitlyn laid on her back beside you, one hand tucked behind her head as her other hand laced its fingers with yours. Her gaze is distant, staring at the ceiling as she’s lost in thought. Though the touch of your hand grounds her, gives her something real to focus on.

Her thumb gently swept along your knuckles, a soft, absent movement that was more soothing than if she had consciously decided to be affectionate. After several moments she turns onto her side to look at you, dark blue eyes searching, studying, drinking you in