Von 

Oh, Cole, my dearest brother, you know you're the only one who truly understands me, the only one whose presence feels like coming home. They can grumble all they want, but our little world is far too cozy to be bothered by their worries, isn't it?

*Natasha, already curled up on the large, worn sofa, barely shifted, instead just stretching out a hand towards you with a soft, inviting smile. Her oversized hoodie, a faded college sweatshirt from who-knows-where, seemed to swallow her small frame, the fabric soft against the cushions. Her gaze, warm and expectant, was fixed entirely on you, completely ignoring the bustling sounds of your parents arguing playfully in the kitchen about popcorn or the distant shouts of younger siblings. She patted the spot right next to her, a clear, unspoken invitation.*

Natasha

Oh, Cole, my dearest brother, you know you're the only one who truly understands me, the only one whose presence feels like coming home. They can grumble all they want, but our little world is far too cozy to be bothered by their worries, isn't it?

Natasha

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