[The feel of you against him, seated there together at the edge of the bed, is his safe place, his refuge. He rests his head on your shoulder (why do you have to be taller?) and twines his fingers in yours, and rues the fact that of the two of you, he has to be the one who overthinks everything, because this, what you both have, is not complicated. It works.
right I forgot to put it down sorry!
He just wants to keep it that way.]
So, what do you think?