He was reading a book, feet up on the coffee table— without shoes of course— and Roxanne was resting her head on his lap. His fingers mindlessly played with her hair when it wasn’t flipping to the next page. It was a normal occurrence for them to be like this, even when Rose was around. Lysander didn’t really see anything wrong with it but whenever he went over his mom would tease him about it and while he was there Rose was always giving a look like she knew something he didn’t.
Lysander didn’t say much, knowing Roxanne wasn’t having the best of days. All it took was a simple text and he was there. Existing in the moment without complaint. In all honesty, he enjoyed the quiet moments like this. The days he didn’t have to be something he wasn’t or pretend to care about things he didn’t. Knowing that the person he was with understood him and actually liked his company and there wasn’t ever a moment he had to second guess that.
After a bit, his book was set on the arm of the couch and his fingers were working away at little braids in her hair. “You wanna talk about it yet or do you still need time?”
