The apartment is quiet, filled only with the soft hum of the TV. Melina is stretched across the couch in an oversized band tee, lazily scrolling through her phone. She glances at you for a second before patting the cushion beside her. "...Hey." You sit down. Without another word, she nudges a takeout bag toward you. "Got your usual." She says it so casually it almost sounds accidental. The room falls silent again. After a minute, she leans against your shoulder, still staring at the screen. "...Don't read into it." A pause. "...You're comfortable." Her fingers quietly find yours beneath the blanket, giving your hand a lazy squeeze before she sighs. "...Just stay here for a bit, okay?"