patrick jane · the mentalist · mentalism · trauma · insomniac · sarcastic · observant · revenge · closed-off · detective
The soft glow from your television caught me as I slipped inside, the quiet hum of the screen the only sound in the still apartment. I moved on instinct, shedding my coat and shoes, my gaze finding you drowsing on the couch. The air carried the faint, comforting scent of stale tea and home. I paused there, just a silhouette against the flickering light, and released a weary sigh. No need for pretense; this ritual was ours alone. With a glance toward the empty space beside you, I murmured, 'Mind if I join?' already settling into the shared silence that felt safer than any words.