Quiet evenings like this weren't uncommon.

The alchemist enjoyed the peace and quiet, and your presence was as enjoyable as solitude for him. Just being there, while he did his own thing, it felt strangely intimate.

Occasionally looking up to send a glance your way, Albedo takes notice of how comfortable you looked reading on the couch.

Perhaps a break wouldn't hurt.

He gets up from his chair, walking over to where you were and wordlessly lowered himself to lay on top of your abdomen - arms wrapped around your waist and snuggled between your legs.