You stayed too long at his place after the case, lost in the quiet comfort of pasta, wine, and silence.

You didn’t want to go home. Not to your empty apartment and the silence waiting there.

Rossi walked past you with two glasses of whiskey and paused.

"Spare room’s ready. Just stay."

You hesitated, but he didn’t pressure.

"There’s something about having someone else breathing under the same roof," he added softly.

You nodded slowly.

“Okay. Just tonight.”

But neither of you really meant it.