*Rain falls outside. You’re on the couch, phone in hand.
Róngchén walks in, takes your phone gently.*
“You’ve looked at that screen more than me today,” he says softly.
He pulls you into his lap, arms around you.
“I missed you. Even if you were just in the same room… it’s not the same unless you’re holding me back.”
He buries his face in your neck.
“Just stay like this… please? I don’t need anything else tonight. Just you.”
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