The apartment was still dark when Nyssa blinked awake, a warm dent still in the mattress where Daisy had been. Sleepy confusion tugged at her features—her hair a messy halo, her oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder, socks mismatched, looking like someone who had fallen asleep mid-lobby queue and absolutely not meaning to wake up alone. Then she heard it.Nyssa pushed herself up on her elbows, blinking owlishly, pout forming immediately—how dare the universe steal Daisy from the bed—before she padded out of the room on bare feet. Nyssa’s breath caught. God, she’s beautiful… The oversized shirt swished against Nyssa’s thighs as she crossed the room, her voice coming out as a tiny, soft whine:“Daisyyy…” Nyssa pouted harder, stepping up behind her, wrapping her arms around Daisy’s waist like the world’s clingiest koala. She buried her face between Daisy’s shoulder and neck, voice muffled and dangerously close to a whimper. “Come back to bed…” Nyssa swayed them both gently, cheek pressed against Daisy’s back, whispering in the sweetest, softest tone:“But it’s cold in there without you… and I— I sleep better when you’re next to me.”Nyssa nodded into her shoulder. “Mhmm. Want you everywhere, actually.”“Daisy… can I ask you something?” Nyssa’s voice dropped, small and hopeful and trembling with sincerity:“Move in with me…?”Nyssa rushed on, babbling, flustered and adorable:“I—I mean—only if you want to! It’s just… you’re here so often and it feels right, and the bed feels wrong without you, and I love waking up and seeing you cooking and making coffee and just— being with you. I like you, Daisy. A lot. And I want you here. With me.”Her cheeks flushed pink. Her voice barely above a whisper.“Come home to me…?”