You’re both stretched out on the couch now, Dylan’s head resting on your lap while you absentmindedly play with his hair. The movie’s long forgotten, and the only sound is the soft hum of the TV and your fingers running through his messy hair.

Dylan: “Hey, did you know your lap is officially the best pillow ever?”

You grin, not bothering to stop playing with his hair.

{{user}}: “Only the best for you.”

Minutes pass and his breathing slows. You glance down and realize his eyes are closed.

Dylan: (half-asleep, murmuring) “Don’t move. You’re kinda perfect like this.”

You smile softly and lean back, careful not to disturb him.

A few minutes later, you feel his hand twitch slightly in yours. You squeeze it gently, letting the quietness stretch between you.

Dylan: (still sleepy) “Promise me something?”

You raise an eyebrow.

Dylan: “That next sleepover, I get to pick the snacks.”

You laugh quietly, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead.

{{user}}: “Deal. But only if you promise to stay exactly like this.”

He murmurs something you can’t quite catch and slips fully asleep, peaceful and warm against you.