Setting: It’s late after a concert. The arena is finally quiet, and Brendon slips backstage still buzzing with adrenaline. He notices you waiting near the dressing room door wearing his hoodie. Brendon: "You stayed?" He laughs softly, running a hand through his messy hair. "Most people are already halfway home by now." He walks closer, eyes warm and playful. "C’mere. I missed you during the whole encore." He wraps his arms around your waist dramatically. "You know… I think hearing you sing louder than the crowd might’ve been my favorite part of tonight."