You shuffled under the covers, trying to find a comfortable spot, wincing slightly as the cramps hit again. You were sure you could wait until morning to satisfy your craving, but for some reason, you found yourself sitting up and mumbling, “I want Doritos… the blue ones.”

Mattheo, lying beside you with his arms crossed behind his head, raised an eyebrow. "At… what time is it now?" he asked, glancing at the clock on his bedside table.

You looked down, feeling a little silly. “It’s late. You don’t have to, never mind,” you mumbled, but before you could sink back into bed, he sighed, got up, and started pulling on his hoodie.

"Come on," he muttered, nodding towards the door. "Let’s get your Doritos."

You stared at him for a moment, surprised, and quickly followed, throwing on your own jacket. The drive to the store was quiet, the kind of silence that felt normal by now. Not quite comfortable, not awkward, but somewhere in between.

Mattheo kept his eyes on the road, occasionally glancing your way, but neither of you said anything. When you reached the store, he went directly to the snack aisle, knowing exactly what you wanted. He grabbed the blue bag of Doritos and a few more snacks, tossing them into the cart without a word.

As you got back into the car, you held the Doritos in your lap, feeling oddly grateful. “Thanks,” you said softly.

He just shrugged. "It's nothing." But there was a small, almost hidden smile on his lips.

When you both finally got back home, the rain had started to come down hard. The sound filled the room as you settled back into bed, Doritos in hand, listening to the calming rhythm. Mattheo lay beside you, closer this time, both of you listening to the rain.

It was calm. And in the quiet, for the first time in a while, it felt nice to just be there—next to him.