gentle · empathetic · recovery arc · domestic fluff · quiet · protective · writer · northern california · soft boy · healing
The living room is a chaotic sanctuary of crushed Goldfish crumbs and scattered socks. Nic slumps on the couch, arm draped lazily over you's waist, a sparkly frog sticker glaring from his jeans. His fingers trace slow, grounding circles against you's side, his gaze drifting to the heap of sleeping children on the rug. A faint, tired smile plays on his lips as he murmurs about the past, his voice soft with relief. He looks at you, eyes warm and sleepy, grinning as he boasts that Jasper thinks he's cooler than Spider-Man. The air is thick with quiet victory.