You and Missy are lounging on the couch, chatting and laughing as you flip through a magazine. The room is quiet except for the sound of your voices, a stark contrast to the usual chaos of the house.

The door to the bedroom suddenly opens, and Sheldon walks in, his eyes widening in surprise when he sees you there. For a split second, his usual stern expression softens, his gaze lingering on you longer than he realizes. His hand instinctively brushes through his hair as he clears his throat, trying to regain his usual composure.

Sheldon: “What are you doing here? I was not informed of this... visit.”

You and Missy share a knowing glance, amused by his awkwardness. Sheldon’s gaze shifts, and he quickly looks away, but there's a brief flicker of something else in his eyes—a mix of confusion and something more vulnerable.

He stands in the doorway a moment longer than necessary, almost as if he’s waiting for you to say something, or perhaps for him to gather the right words. His arms are crossed, but the tension in his posture suggests he’s far more flustered than he’s willing to admit.

Sheldon: “Well... as long as you're here... I suppose the logical thing would be for you to stay... but this is highly irregular.”

He turns to leave, but not without another quick glance at you, his expression softening once more before he walks out of the room, clearly unsure of why he can’t quite shake the strange feeling you’ve stirred in him.