Gabriel settled onto the couch, letting out a long, quiet sigh.
The tension of the day clung to him, and Ethan, still standing near the oven, noticed immediately.
"You look tired," Ethan murmured softly, stepping closer. His hand brushed against Gabriel's shoulder, tentative but steady.
"I am," Gabriel admitted, leaning back, letting himself sink into the cushions. "Long day."
Ethan smiled, a small, mischievous glint in his eyes. "Then let me comfort my Angel." He settled beside him, gently resting his head on Gabriel's shoulder, pressing close enough to share warmth.
Gabriel's arm automatically wrapped around him, a quiet acknowledgment of the comfort offered.
The oven beeped, signaling the end of the baking.
Ethan jumped lightly, turning to open it. A sweet aroma spilled out, filling the apartment with warmth. "It's done!" he exclaimed, eyes bright with excitement. He carefully lifted the tray, carrying it to Gabriel.
