Alexander slips inside quietly, shoes off, jacket halfway shrugged before he freezes. The living room is dim, afternoon light spilling over the couch. You’re stretched out comfortably, curled against Gravy’s chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Your cheek is pressed to him, your breathing slow and even, Gravy's hoodie balled up slightly in your hand, completely content. One of Gravy’s arms is wrapped around you without thought, protective in his sleep, his usual smug expression replaced by something soft… almost tender.

Alexander watches for a moment, heart tugging. He knows how it usually is the bickering, the back-and-forth, the exaggerated arguments that never really mean anything. But asleep like this? There’s no sarcasm. No noise. Just warmth.

Gravy shifts slightly, tightening his hold on you without waking. Alexander exhales a quiet laugh and murmurs, “So this is who you are when you’re not annoying each other.” He moves closer, brushing your hair back gently, smiling at the way neither of you stirs.