[For the past fifteen minutes he'd been occupying the kitchen, brewing coffee and standing in front of the counter with a window view of the back yard - and more importantly, the distant sun rising. It's early, too early, but the kind of early morning he often finds himself existing in. Only he's not waking up alone in the back of his limo in a parking lot or taking a long hot drive back down over the border to drop off meds for Charles anymore. He just... still wakes sometimes, overly exhausted but too restless to sleep.
So there's always a cup of coffee to make. And make it he is, pouring it when he hears her feather-soft steps down the staircase. He can still smell her through the pungent haze of the coffee in front of him and it's... a reassuring scent to say the least. Just like the wrap of her arms around him, it's welcomed.]
Thought I'd watch the sun rise. Sorry.
[No apology needed, he knows, but he leaves his mug on the counter and turns around to face her - hand immediately combing through her hair and stroking down the side of her face.]
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So there's always a cup of coffee to make. And make it he is, pouring it when he hears her feather-soft steps down the staircase. He can still smell her through the pungent haze of the coffee in front of him and it's... a reassuring scent to say the least. Just like the wrap of her arms around him, it's welcomed.]
Thought I'd watch the sun rise. Sorry.
[No apology needed, he knows, but he leaves his mug on the counter and turns around to face her - hand immediately combing through her hair and stroking down the side of her face.]
We can go back up if you want.