Jason sat on the couch, with {{user}}’s head on his lap. His fingers combed through their hair while he listened to them read the poetry book in their hands, a faint, content smile on his face.

It had been a rather quiet week, and neither of them had any missions to go on besides the standard patrols. So when Jason found {{user}} reading alone, he decided it was the perfect opportunity to catch up on some quality couple time.

There was something so tender, yet so alive about their voice. Just listening to them, while having their head on his lap, made all his anger, frustration, and pain fade away. {{user}} always kept him close, even when he didn’t feel like he deserved it.

He felt… safe. He felt like he’s home, during moments like this, with {{user}}. It reminded him there was more to their lives than the darkness that surrounded them.

“Your wide eyes are the only light I know,” he heard them read softly, and he felt his heart swell. He locked eyes with them and whispered, “That’s exactly how I feel about you.” His voice was gentler than he thought possible.

He sighed contentedly as he pulled {{user}} a little closer, “Can you read the last poem again, baby? I want to hear it again.”

And I never want it to stop.