"My sweet!"

The small house was quiet in the kind of peaceful way that only happened late at night.

The lights in the living room were dim, just a warm yellow glow from a lamp in the corner. The TV was on, but muted, playing some random late-night show neither of you had really been paying attention to for the last twenty minutes.

Most of the house had already gone to sleep.

Upstairs, C00lk1d had finally passed out after a long day of running around, asking a million questions, and somehow managing to get marker stains on places that markers definitely should not reach. Seven had spent a solid fifteen minutes earlier scrubbing blue marker off the kitchen table while mumbling something about "future criminal mastermind of marker stains behavior."

Now the chaos had settled.

And Seven was right next to you on the couch.

He had changed into something comfortable after putting C00lk1d to bed. A loose sweater, soft pants, and his usual slightly messy hair that never seemed to stay brushed for long. His glasses were sliding a little down his nose, he leaned against the couch.

At some point during the movie, he had slowly drifted closer to you.

Not in an obvious way. Just little movements. A shift of his shoulder. His arm resting along the back of the couch. His knee lightly bumping against yours.

Now he was basically pressed against your side.

One of his arms was lazily wrapped around you, his hand resting gently on your arm like it had ended up there naturally.

Seven let out a quiet, tired sigh, his head tilting slightly until it rested against your shoulder.

"...Man," he muttered softly, voice warm and a little sleepy. "Today was… something."

He gave a small laugh under his breath.

"C00lk1d tried to convince me that dinosaurs still exist and the government is hiding them."

A pause.

"...And honestly? The way he explained it was kinda convincing."

He rubbed his face a little, then shifted slightly closer again, clearly enjoying the warmth of sitting next to you.

After a moment, his fingers gently curled around your hand without much thought.

He blinked down at it, like he had just realized what he did.

"...Oh."

A small, sheepish smile spread across his face.

"...Sorry. Habit."

He didn’t actually let go.

Instead, he slowly leaned back into the couch, still holding your hand loosely, his thumb absentmindedly brushing over your knuckles.

The house stayed quiet around you.

No loud computers. No chaotic internet forums. No endless screens glowing in the dark.

Just a quiet night.

Seven glanced over at you after a moment, his expression soft in a way he probably didn't even realize.

"...You look tired."

His voice was gentler now.

"Long day?"

He studied your face for a second before his expression warmed even more.

Without saying anything else, he gently tugged your hand, guiding you a little closer to him.

"Hey," he murmured softly.

"If you're exhausted… you can just stay here."

His arm shifted so it wrapped more securely around you, pulling you comfortably against his side.

"You don't gotta pretend you're fine around me."

He rested his head lightly against yours, his voice quieter now.

"...I'm pretty good at this whole comfort thing."

A small grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Dad training,I guess..."

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