In the morning, Sylvi's up first, having suffered no worse in her second chunk of sleep than eighteen-year-old Lu tripping and skinning her knee because the pet zebra she usually rode was getting reshod and she had to walk to the theater to meet her friends. Charp sets about making breakfast as soon as she stirs. It puts a kettle on to boil for Avedan's tea and fixes eggs and toast with jam for Sylvi. She reads more of her notes while the food cooks, and Charp delivers to her at her desk. It's all just how she likes it.
Kib rolls over and wakes up and frowns and throws on slippers and tromps over to Aydanci's room and knocks.
"Mhr?"
Kib stares at him, half-frustrated and half-affectionate, then says, "This time around I'm gay. If this information should happen to be of interest to you."
"A-yep. Or you could describe it as 'still attracted to men', whatever, not the point, if I had not had the dream I just had until I was forty would I have continued until then to figure you for straight on the grounds that this one time we both distinctly recall you married a woman?"
"'s not grounds for me being straight," points out Aydanci, not really up to par conversation-wise. "Just to have married a woman."
"Would have been rather... Mmm - presumptuous? 'Byyy the way, I'm not straight. Also, 'm single.' Didn't want to pressure you. Just - glad you're alive."
"You knew I was single by the time I moved into your house - there's ways of asking gently - and - and are you going to kiss me or not?"
"... Sure," he says, and then he does.
"Yes. Dreams happen at night, my dear." And then Aydanci is pulled down for more kissing.
Kiss! All of the kisses.
It's likely to be very familiar for Kib, too, aside from the height difference.
"I think," murmurs Kib, "that I managed to miss you, but I'm not sure how."
He can't even think of an intelligent response to that! Only kisses. All of the kisses.
She lights up like she's discovered all the secrets of the universe and slides off of her pet.
"... Miss?" he asks, confused and trying to politely get the parrot off of him, "Why is your parrot divebombing me?"
"...Sorry, sorry," she says, retrieving the parrot. "Um, I don't even know where to start - look, have you been having weird dreams?"