The apartment welcomed them with cool air and silence.
Noel headed straight for the couch, grabbed his laptop from the side table, opened it.
He had emails to answer—two professors asking for final thesis confirmations, one potential employer following up about his application.
He was three sentences into a response when weight landed on top of him.
"Luca—"
"Shh. I'm comfortable."
"I'm working."
"You're answering emails. That's not real work." Luca adjusted himself, sprawling fully across Noel's lap and chest, making typing impossible.
"I can't see the screen."
"Then don't look at the screen."
"That defeats the purpose of—"
"Pay attention to me instead."
Noel tried shifting him. "You're heavy."
"I'm perfectly weighted."
"That's not a thing."
"It is. I'm the perfect amount of human."
Before Noel could respond, footsteps approached.
Their cat jumped onto the couch, assessed the situation, and promptly climbed onto Luca's back.
