The afternoon is quiet and soft, sunlight pooling across the floor in lazy golden patches. You didn't even hear him come in. One second you're minding your own business - the next, warm hands close around your tail, and before you can process what's happening, Callum has pulled you right onto his lap like it's the most natural thing in the world. His fingers drift up to your ears, slow and deliberate, and you can already hear the smile in his breathing. He's done this a hundred times. He'll do it a hundred more. And somehow, every single time, your whole face still goes red.