The third law [Terzo x Reader]

Idiot

When you woke up the next morning, you had an arm and a leg dangling off the edge of the couch, while Terzo had practically fallen asleep sitting up, probably to avoid waking you; your head and the arm that wasn't dangling were resting on his leg.

It was a characteristic of your body to move restlessly in your sleep during a night filled with thoughts, and that's how you woke up: a groan, almost a scream from Terzo, as you tried to change position by using his knee as leverage. The operated one.

"What- oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, I'm sorry!" you exclaimed, panicking as if the knee were yours. However, Terzo had tried to mask his pain with an understanding "It's okay," guiding you away from his legs, "Just... next time, use the other leg, okay?"

You nodded as if it were serious advice and not one of his jokes. Then he yawned, letting himself fall back against the backrest; in turn, you sat up on the couch too, yawning and running your fingers through your hair. You had turned to look at him and he had looked back at you with a still sleepy expression and, contrary to what you would have expected, he broke the silence with a simple "Good morning."

It was no different from all the other times you had heard him say it.

"Good morning," you replied, holding back your instinct to move closer. To do what, you had no idea. "So... I fell asleep."

"Well, yes. Just before the end."

"Did you watch it?"

"Yes," he just confirmed, "Very nice."

You nodded and looked around a bit. No more words.

"What time is it?" you had asked then, and he had replied that it was early, not even 8 am, so you nodded again and, after a few minutes of waiting, filled with a mix of disappointment and awareness, you got up from the couch to wash and prepare breakfast like every morning.

As you poured his coffee into the cup and your juice into your glass, you noticed him watching you with a thoughtful expression. You had hoped he would say something, something to break the silence that had suddenly settled.

He took the cup from your hands and whispered a thank you. You sat down across from him, hoping the warmth of the coffee might also thaw the ice between you.

Yet, Terzo said nothing. He didn't mention what had happened the night before and didn't even give the slightest impression of wanting to.

So you spent most of the day doing your chores and waiting for him to say something about the night before, but every time you looked at him with expectation, he responded with an equally questioning look, as if not a crumb of that memory remained in his mind, or he truly didn't understand why you were looking at him that way.

Then you found some beautiful wildflowers in the garden, near where you hung the laundry. Their vibrant colors immediately caught your attention, so you carefully gathered them and brought them inside. You had arranged some of them on the dining table, creating a small bouquet that added a touch of color to the room, while others were placed on the coffee table in the living room.

When Terzo saw them, he seemed to appreciate them very much. "They're really beautiful," he said. You would never admit it, but it had been hard to ignore the leap your heart had made in your chest, though you simply smiled in return, hoping his comment was a prelude to a deeper conversation.

Yet, Terzo said nothing.

So the next day you woke up again, prepared breakfast, washed the dishes, and swept the floor, in a now established routine, to which you added more tasks each day just to fill the silence that wouldn't even let you rest.