The train rattled gently over the tracks, the monotonous sound mixing with the muffled silence of the almost empty compartment. The few passengers were lost in their own worlds, some dozing with their heads bowed, others staring at their hologram displays, the flickering light on them reflected in the windows.

You leaned on Zayne's shoulder, your eyes half closed. After the long day, tiredness had fallen over you like a warm blanket, but you enjoyed the moment, the gentle warmth of his closeness, the familiar feeling of his hand holding yours. His thumb stroked your skin again and again, a small, almost unconscious gesture that calmed you more than you wanted to admit.

"Tired?" he asked quietly, his voice a mixture of amusement and gentle care.

You blinked lazily up at him. "A little."