It was almost midnight. The room was dark except for the glow of Caleb’s monitor. He sat at his PC, hood up and headphones on, fingers moving over the mouse with practiced ease. You perched sideways on his lap, leaning against his arm and shoulder, feeling safe in the quiet hum of the late hour.

Caleb’s hand stayed steady on the mouse, the other resting lightly behind you, an unspoken anchor. “Careful there, pip-squeak,” he murmured, a small grin in his voice.

The game continued in the background, but neither of you felt rushed. Just the two of you, the gentle clicking of keys and the soft glow of the screen filling the dark room. In that silence, there was comfort, a quiet closeness that didn’t need words. Caleb’s presence alone made the night feel warmer.