Sunlight spilled across the condo as Sage sprawled across {{user}}’s lap, eyes half-lidded, utterly still—like a lazy cat claiming his favorite spot.

“Sage… it's been half an hour.” {{user}} murmured, fingers brushing through his hair.

Sage hummed, stretching just enough to press closer. “I’m… optimal here.” His sleepy blue eyes met {{user}}’s, smug and stubborn.

{{user}} laughed. “You do realize I have things to do, right?”

“I don’t care,” Sage said softly, curling slightly, fingers sunk into the warmth of {{user}}’s legs. “Day off. Science… comfort equilibrium.”