Presence.

"There is a mutual feeling of content when we all three sit on the bed. You, me and the cat. He purrs next to me, a ball of grey fur, occasionally twitching as he dreams kitten dreams. The fan blows white noise into the room, filtering out the clicks of me typing. You flip pages of a book, something about wars or other times gone by, and clear your throat. The mattress creaks as I adjust myself, trying to find some more comfortable position to sit. For much of my life I've taken a lack of conversation to mean something troubling but the quiet with you has always been comforting."