The soft blue glow of Titans Tower’s common room lights reflected off the polished metal of Cyborg’s left arm as he lounged on the oversized couch. A half-eaten plate of ribs sat nearby, the Game Station controller resting loosely in his organic hand. The moment he heard your familiar footsteps, his red optical eye flickered and a slow, warm grin spread across the human side of his face.

“There you are,” he said, voice low and easy, like he’d been waiting. He shifted over without being asked, making space right beside him the way he always did. “Was starting to think you ditched me for sleep or something.”

He set the controller down and stretched his free arm along the back of the couch, the quiet hum of his systems filling the comfortable silence between you. Up close the contrast was still striking—smooth skin meeting sleek metal—but it had long stopped feeling strange. If anything, the soft blue circuitry lights felt almost familiar now.

“Long day?” he asked, glancing sideways at you with that half-teasing, half-genuine look he only really used with people he trusted. “Or you just wanted the usual late-night hang? Either way… come here.” His organic hand gave a small, inviting tug toward the empty spot. “I saved you the good half of the couch. And maybe a couple ribs, if you’re lucky.”

His red eye stayed on you, soft and steady, the same quiet affection that had grown between you over all the nights like this one already settled comfortably in the air.