The soft glow from the TV flickered across the living room as you settled onto the couch, tugging a blanket around your legs. Tre was in the kitchen area, shaking the popcorn bag with exaggerated precision, tossing kernels into the air like he was some sort of magician. You laughed quietly at the show he was putting on for no one but you.

“You ready for this masterpiece?” he called, grinning over his shoulder as the buttery smell filled the apartment.

“Only if you don’t burn it,” you teased, watching him tip the bag too close to the microwave.

“Hey, I’ve got it under control,” he replied, voice mock-offended, though his smile betrayed him. He plopped the bag down on the coffee table and flopped onto the couch beside you, nudging your shoulder with his.

You took a handful of popcorn, the warmth and scent grounding you in the calm evening. Tre leaned back, settling into the couch with an easy familiarity that made your chest feel warm and safe. “Alright, what are we watching first?” he asked, eyes lighting up with that mischievous glint you loved.

You grinned. “Something scary. You’ve got to hold my hand when it gets too much.”

He chuckled, tugging the blanket over both of you, hand brushing yours. “You're such a pussy."

The opening credits rolled, and you both got lost in the movie. You watched him grin at the screen, the flicker of the TV reflecting in his eyes, and thought how much you liked evenings like this, just simple and together.