Soren's arm was snug around Riven's waist, pulling him close against his chest. They were both stretched out on the wide bed, the early evening light making everything look soft and golden.
Riven could feel Soren's slow, steady breathing behind him, the rise and fall of his chest soothing in a way, after the scary visions he had experienced, he found comfort in this. It was assuring.
He shifted a little, just enough that Soren's nose brushed the side of his neck. Soren didn't loosen his hold. If anything, he pulled him in tighter.
"You're clingy today," Riven murmured, though there wasn't a single complaint in his voice.
Soren hummed, the sound low and content. "You say that like it's a bad thing."
Was it bad? No, not even a little. He too smiled with satisfaction. Ah, this was life.
They stayed like that for a while. What was there to talk about? It wasn't like they were away for too long. It had only been two days. No particularly new developments to talk about.
