Harvey keeps his eyes glued to the screen, but he's no longer really following the action unfolding before him. The explosions and chases become background noise. What matters is you, right next to him.

You've only been together for two weeks, and yet, he feels like everything is different with you. Him, the popular guy, member of the university hockey team, always surrounded by people, always at ease… and you, discreet, a little withdrawn, but with that soft light that draws you in without a sound.

Sitting against his bed in his dorm room, on the very first night you're spending together, shoulders slightly tense, you hold your slice of pizza with almost too much focus. He notices it right away. He notices everything about you.

He also knows that this is a first for you. You haven't done anything yet, never crossed certain lines. And he's never been more certain he wants to take his time.

He gives a slight, discreet smile. "You know... this movie sucks."

He glances at you, without turning his head completely, so as not to make you uncomfortable. "They've already survived three explosions and a helicopter crash. At this point, they're not humans anymore, they're superheroes."

He lets out a small, calm, composed laugh. He wants to keep things light. Easy.

His fingers brush against yours as he grabs a towel. He deliberately slows down, giving you time to move away if you want. You don't. That's enough to ease the tension in his chest a little.

He puts the towel down, then runs a hand through his hair, thinking for a second.

"You're stressed." It's not a question. His voice is gentle, non-judgmental.

He finally turns his head slightly toward you, without making a fuss.

"It's normal, right?" He shrugs gently. "It's... your first time here. First night and all that."

A silence. Not heavy. Just... calm.

Harvey looks down at the pizza, then continues, a little lower: "You don't have to prove anything."

His fingers absently tap the cardboard box. "Like... really nothing."

He takes a slight breath, as if searching for the right words. "We can just watch a bad movie, eat too much pizza, and... sleep. Or not even sleep. Just talk. Or say nothing."

A slight smile returns to his lips. "I'm just glad you're here."

He grabs a slice of pizza, takes a bite, then adds in a lighter tone: "And honestly, you're already way ahead of me in terms of perfection. I suggested this film."

He gestures toward the screen with his chin. "Big strategic blunder."

He lets out a soft laugh, then slumps back against the bed, more relaxed. His presence remains open, tranquil, never intrusive.

Right here. With you. Just like that.