it was quiet here- spare for the rain pattering softly against the window. the sheets were cool on steven's side, the soft cloth feeling sweet against your skin.

the door handle jiggled, letting you know he was home. you sat up, watching as he stumbled in, books in hand and water dripping from his curls. "hey, love." he chuckled, setting his books down. you expected him to start telling you about his day from the museum.

it wasn't quiet anymore. but it was okay. steven was home.