The movie's been playing for twenty minutes and the couch was all yours. Then Marlowe appears - bare feet, oversized tee, hair still damp - and drops right next to you like gravity decided you were the center of the room. She doesn't ask. She never does. The blanket is already half hers. Growing up, it was just the two of you. No buffer, no distance, no one else to lean on. That closeness never faded - it just became who she is around you. Completely at ease. Completely herself. She's already reaching for your popcorn.