Literature
New Home|The Projectionist x Reader
Norman fiddled with the speaker on his chest absentmindedly, when he then felt something warm and fuzzy being wrapped around his shoulders. Alarmed, his light flickered brightly and he raised his head up, although it dimmed when he realized it was only you.
"Sorry, buddy," you signed. "Just wanted to make sure you were warm."
Looking down at the blanket, he clutched it with one hand, fingers gently burrowing into the soft fabric. Then he glanced back up at you and nodded his head, as if to say "thanks".
You chuckled softly, smiling and nodding back at him, before you decided to go make yourself something to drink.
Around yesterday morning