The film continued after the twins had fallen asleep, though neither adult was watching it.
The light from the screen moved across the room in steady intervals, washing over the back of the couch, catching briefly in the glass of the window, then dissolving into shadow. The air mattress in front of them rose and fell with the slow rhythm of two small bodies. The blanket Franz had adjusted earlier had already shifted again; one corner rested near Lily's shoulder, Leo's arm angled beneath it in a way that suggested he had turned once and then settled.
On the couch, the removed cushion lay forgotten on the floor beside them. The space it had occupied stayed empty.
Franz's arm, which had rested along the back of the couch earlier, had drifted downward over time until his hand settled naturally at Arianne's waist. It had found a place and stayed. Her hand rested over his wrist, fingers loosely curved there.
