He just watched.
The way Aiden's lashes fluttered in sleep.
The way Leonel's fingers twitched, like he was holding on even in dreams.
The way the morning sun caught the faint dust on their hair golden, gentle, alive.
He didn't know how long he stood there.
But when he finally stepped forward, quiet, careful
he didn't go to the kitchen.
He didn't turn away.
He just sat down on the floor beside the couch.
Not too close.
Not far enough.
Just… there.
Aiden stirred first.
His eyes fluttered open bleary, confused then sharpened when he saw Cassian.
He didn't smile.
Didn't say good morning.
Just sat up slowly, blinking, like he was still half in a dream.
Leonel woke a moment later.
He didn't move right away.
Just looked at elliot.
And then slowly -
he reached out.
Not to touch him.
Not to pull him close.
Just… brushed the back of his hand against Elliot's knee. and smiled being half asleep
A whisper of contact.
A silent question.
you okay?
Elliot swallowed.
