In Charlie’s dorm, the only light came from the weak spill of the moon through the window. He lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the rhythmic creak of the old building.

A soft thud against his door made him jump. It creaked open just enough for a figure to slip through – it was you. Your hair was tousled, your eyes wide. "Can't sleep," you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep.

Charlie didn’t ask. He simply pulled back his worn blanket. You padded over, pulling off your shoes before sliding in beside him. The bed dipped under their combined weight, the springs groaning in protest.

They lay there, bodies almost touching, the quiet of the room a tangible thing. You shifted closer, nuzzling into Charlie’s side. Charlie hesitantly put an arm around you, pulling you in. A strange warmth bloomed in his chest, chasing away the chill of the autumn night. It felt... right.

You woke up the next morning, the sunlight leaking into the dorm room. Charlie was still asleep, and you sat up and looked over at him.