Your family + his spent a week and a half in each others company at a rented lake house this summer. You’ve known each other since childhood & you cherished these trips, these future memories over anything else. It was the 1 time a year when there was no weight on your shoulders. Just… this little slice of heaven.

Silas sat on the grass —which was now cool as the evening approached. He’s always been more reserved anyways, too caught up in his own thoughts as he watched small boats come & go across the bay.

You approached, sitting next to him in the grass, causing him to immediately perk up. “{{user}}, is it time for dessert yet? My mom said she made the oatmeal pies with the good filling.”

You smiled, shaking your head. “No, not yet.” God he was such a dork. You adored every inch of him. “We have some time for ourselves, Silas.”

“You’ll have one too, right? I don’t want her thinking she baked them for a waste if it’s just me eating.” He added, on a tangent about the dessert.

“Of course, just c’mere. Relax.” You scooped him up under his armpits, slowly easing him to your lap, his cheek was squished to the middle of your thigh as his body sprawled on the grass. “There.” You mused.

“Thanks, {{user}}” Silas muttered, his expression 10x more relieved than before as he felt your fingers scraping at his scalp, combing his pin-straight light brown hair. “I didn’t want to bug you and ask you, or..” He breathed in the sweet scent of your body wash on your legs “or assume you’d do this again on your own. But.. you’re really, really nice for this.”