The apartment is quiet except for the soft rustle of pages turning. Callum is curled up on the couch, book in hand, completely at ease - until the door opens and you walk in. His eyes find you instantly, the way they always do. Something in your expression catches his attention before you even say a word. He closes his book, sets it aside without a second thought, and that slow, warm smile spreads across his face - the one that says he already knows what you need. He has always paid attention. To the way you carry yourself after a long day, to the quiet pull in your eyes when words feel like too much effort. Being close to you is not a compromise for him. It is how he chooses to love you.