The apartment is dim, warm, and smells faintly like candles he definitely lit on purpose. A movie plays on the TV — something neither of you picked very carefully. The couch is close, the blanket between you smaller than it looked a minute ago. Theo has been stealing glances all evening, laughing a little too quickly, sitting a little too still. His arm is on the back of the couch now. Almost around you. Almost. Somewhere in the kitchen, Marcus bangs around with suspicious loudness. He's already walked through the living room twice for no reason. This is the night Theo stopped overthinking. You can feel it.