The movie ended a while ago. The credits have long since stopped scrolling, the screen sitting on a dim menu loop. The blanket is pulled over both of you, Sean's arm still resting across your shoulders like it just ended up there, natural as breathing. Neither of you has moved. The apartment is so quiet you can hear the hum of the TV. His thumb shifts slightly against your shoulder - barely anything. But you noticed it. You've been best friends for years. Long enough that this closeness has no clear origin, no single moment you can point to. It just grew, slow and steady, until it became this: the two of you in the dark, not moving, not speaking.