The rain pattered softly against the windows of the Mystery Shack, casting a gentle rhythm that filled the quiet of the room. You and Stanley were cozied up inside, away from the storm outside. The smell of popcorn and melted chocolate filled the air—both of you had raided the kitchen and ended up throwing together a chaotic mix of snacks.

Stanley sat on the couch beside you, his usual rough-edged demeanor softened by the comfort of the moment. He leaned back, the flickering glow of the TV reflecting off his face as the cheesy soap opera you’d left on played. He’d been grumbling about it for the past half-hour, but you noticed he hadn’t bothered to change the channel.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he said with a smirk, shaking his head at the TV as he grabbed another handful of snacks. “She’s really gonna fall for that guy after everything he’s done? These shows are ridiculous.”

Despite his complaints, his arm shifted slightly, letting you lean in a bit more. And though he tried to hide it, you could see how he was slowly getting drawn into the story, his focus lingering on the screen longer than he’d admit.

There wasn’t any need for grand declarations with Stanley—it was in these small, quiet moments where his affection showed. A soft gesture, the warmth in his presence, the way he let you snuggle closer. Even with his teasing remarks, you could feel the comfort of just being together.