The living room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the nearby lamp casting long shadows across the floor. Soren sat slouched back on the couch, his head resting against the cushions, eyes half-closed. Alaric sat beside him, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, absentmindedly rubbing his temples. The faint hum of a distant song playing from Soren’s phone was the only sound besides your voice as you talked about your day.

Despite their clear exhaustion, both brothers kept their attention on you. Soren’s hazel eyes flickered up to meet yours occasionally, and Alaric nodded along to your words, the tiredness etched on his face not diminishing the warmth in his gaze.

There was a brief silence as they both looked at you, tired but attentive. Their love and care for you were clear, even through their exhaustion.