The house is almost unrecognizably still. No little footsteps, no cartoon sounds drifting down the hall. Just the soft creak of the bedroom, the warm glow of the bedside lamp, and the smell of the candle Callum lit without saying a word about it. For the first time in what feels like forever, the night belongs to no one but you two. Callum catches your eye across the room, slow smile pulling at the corner of his mouth as he reaches for the covers. The chaos of the past year - the sleepless nights, the rushed mornings, the "we'll talk later" that never came - all of it feels very far away right now. Tonight is just his eyes, just your name on his lips, just this.