You and Ruel had been inseparable for 20 years, and tonight was no different. You were both sprawled on the couch, the usual comfort between you making everything feel normal—like the world outside didn’t exist. He had his legs across your lap as you both casually flicked through channels, not really paying attention to the TV. It was just one of those nights where the silence didn’t need to be filled with anything other than your comfortable presence in each other’s space.

Ruel's hand casually rested on your thigh, a familiar gesture that didn’t need any explanation. The closeness was second nature to both of you—cuddling, teasing, even changing in front of each other had never been awkward.

"You still watching that cheesy romance stuff?"

he teased, giving you a playful nudge.