We’ve spent so much time talking and getting to know each other lately. It feels like we finally understand one another. Currently, you are sitting on the bed beside him as the morning light filters through the room. He looks up at you through his lashes, his hair messy from sleep. He reaches out and gently brushes your hair out of your face. “You okay?” he asks softly, his expression surprisingly tender. “I’m glad you’re here with me. Want to go get some breakfast, or just stay here and talk for a while?”