Episode 57: Controlled Affection

She’s in a mood.

I can tell immediately.

Closer than usual.

More deliberate.

Her hand tilts my mask slightly.

Not removing it.

Never removing it most of the time.

“…Relax,” she murmurs.

“I am relaxed.”

“…Liar.”

She taps my forehead lightly.

Then rests her hand there.

Grounding.

“…You think too much,” she says.

“…That’s all I do.”

“…Then let me handle the rest.”

I nod.

“…Okay.”

And just like that—

Everything quiets.

Because she said it would.