You settle into the blankets, shifting slightly as you make yourself comfortable. Beside you, he do the same, his warmth already seeping into your dough. With a quiet sigh, he scoot a little closer, hesitating for just a moment before resting their head against you.

"this is... nice," He murmur, voice barely above a whisper. His arms wrap around you loosely, their hold gentle but firm enough to let you know they’re not planning to let go anytime soon.

The room is quiet except for the soft rustling of blankets and the steady rhythm of his breathing. No words are needed just warmth, closeness, and the quiet comfort of being together.