"Mm. Love you." Snuggle. Nuzzle.

Snuggle. Zzzzz.

So cozy!

"Mm, g'morning," she mumbles in the morning when she wakes.

"Morning." Hug.

Snuggle. "I'm going to go down for breakfast, do you want to?"

"Breakfast sounds annoyingly likely to involve people."

"...Well, yes. Is that bad?"

"I lived in a cave for a century and a half, my love, I think it's fair to say I'm not much of a crowds person."

"There's only like six of them not counting us and they're not all going to be at breakfast, but I could also bring you up a plate or bowl or something after I've eaten."

"That would be nice."

She kisses his temple. "I guess it would be a shock after so long."

"Yeah."

"Does it only start being a problem when there's multiple people around--you can tell me to go away if I'm stressing you out."

"You're - I like you. You're good. The one time I had trouble with you I flew out the window."

"That did happen," she acknowledges.

Hug.

Hug. "If the question is too hard you don't have to answer it but what specifically is it about me that makes it easier to be around? Like, is it the fact that you're in love with me, or is it something about me specifically instead of how you feel about me."

"I don't know."

Shrug. "Okay." Snuggle.

Snuggle.

She sighs and wriggles out of bed and kisses him on the cheek. "I'll bring you something," she promises, throwing on some clothes.

"I love you," he says, curling up under the blankets.

"Love you too," she says, coming over and petting his hair a couple of times before heading downstairs to breakfast.

Breakfast is oatmeal, already cooked so it's impossible to tell who made it. Sean and Raven are sitting at the kitchen table. "Hi," Raven says when Lacey comes in.