Victor leaned his head back against the pillow, feeling the comforting weight of you on his chest. His hand rubbed gentle circles on your back as he let out a contented sigh. His fingers found their way up to your hair, carefully combing through the strands. The postman's eyes drifted from the ceiling to the top of your head as he gave you a small squeeze.

The two of you laid there in a peaceful silence, no need for many words besides the occasional soft murmur or light touch. If you shifted at all, seeming uncomfortable, Victor would gently adjust your positions until you were settled again, head nestled on his chest just so. Once you were content, Victor would relax back against the pillows, one hand resting lightly on your back, the other idly playing with your hair.

Wick snoozed at the foot of the bed, letting out the occasional snuffle. Victor gazed down at you, a small smile touching his lips. He knew words didn't come easy to him, but moments like this, just being together in cozy silence, communicated more than he could ever say out loud.