Y/N POV

We decided to get Shake Shack and have a movie night before we had to start recording tomorrow. Somehow, Schlatt hadn't had one complaint about this Air BnB, so. He'd started blaming past experiences on previously being in California for recordings, to which Ted pointed out that Chicago was smoggy too and Schlatt ignored him.

We were all on the floor in front of the screen, me next to Schlatt and the two others more off to the side. I snuggled soundlessly up to Schlatt and he opened his legs, allowing me to slip into the comfy spot between them. He wrapped his arms around me tightly and protectively, like if he let go I'd die. His head was on mine and I could feel his rounded chin pressing softly into my head, not painfully, though.

"You couldn't bother me if you tried." He grumbled, only loud enough for me to hear.

"Where did that come from, Lovey?" I asked, furrowing my brows.

"Charlie told me what happened before I woke up." He said quietly, almost sadly.

I didn't like the way his sad voice sounded. Not when I was so accustomed to fake tears, snarky quips, and loud laughter almost at a constant.

He sounded like a kicked puppy. 

I turned to face him and got on my knees, promptly pressing my lips to his unimaginably soft ones. His large hands were drawn to the small of my back and the side of my torso. Mine were drawn to the sides of his neck. I felt so safe and so calm. No one could see us; if they could, they said nothing. He had me in his arms and I felt so nice that when we finally pulled away, I kept my eyes closed for a moment.

He rubbed my back comfortingly and I opened my eyes to smile at him. I ran my fingers through her pretty, silky hair as he continued to look at me like I was the only thing in his world right then.

As the credits rolled, Charlie hopped up and collected our garbage, going upstairs to toss it and go to bed.

"Yeah, I'm going to bed too. Good night guys." Ted excused himself and left behind Charlie, turning off the movie on his way out. Schlatt stood up some minutes later and helped me up. We stayed with our hands intertwined as we also left for bed.

Schlatt fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. His right arm was around my waist under the blanket, the other cushioning his head and mine. Our legs were intertwined and I had my head slightly buried in the crook of his neck. His face was buried in my hair, further bringing us together. His warm embrace finally got to me and I fell to the grasp of Mr. Sandman.