(Author's POV)
Phineas came out of the bathroom twenty minutes later, hair still damp, wearing a grey t-shirt. He stopped when he saw the tray.
He looked at it for a moment - the toast, the cheese, the mug still steaming - and something shifted in his expression. Not dramatically. Just a quiet settling, like something had eased.
He came up behind her and put his arms around her, slow and careful, not pulling her in, just resting there. She felt herself go still.
He didn't push it further. He just bent his head and pressed a light kiss to the top of her hair.
"Thank you," he said quietly.
Her ears went warm. She cleared her throat and said something about needing to shower, and she was out of his arms and across the room before she'd finished the sentence.
She heard him exhale behind
