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the music is soft
soft enough that he could forget it's even on.
he hadn't heard it at first from the home office, tucked at the end of the hall. hadn't until you lead him down the hall by the hands. he barely hears it now, with your hands at his sides. embarassed at how easily he always falls into step with you
he's never been the most adventurous, not one to stray from the beaten path. it's led to a quiet life, one most find quite boring.
not him.
he enjoys the stability and routine. but he doesn't mind the disruption you bring, either.
doesn't mind the spontaneous date nights you drag him to. doesn't mind the dinners or day trips you pull him out of his office for. whether you've planned out something for the two of you or you're just bringing him along for an "adventure" as you call it. one of the days you just wander the streets of a nearby town, explore whatever shops you come across.
nights spent dancing in the living room to one of the slower records you plucked from his collection, the nights like tonight, are his favorite. there's an ease to these nights he doesn't feel most of the time.
he likes finding himself in your arms, with your shoulders under his hands. like how you squeeze his waist when you want his attention, usually to share some passing thought or little factoid you just remembered.
it's a peace he never accounted for in his stable little life.