[When he drifts off, Leonard tugs a blanket from the bank of the couch to cover Steve as best as he can. He finishes his tea before asking Gideon to lower the lights so he can drift a little too.
[Steve sleeps soundly on the couch with Len there beside him. He wakes as Len rises and rolls over slowly to watch as his love stretches and tries to work out the kinks from remaining in the same position all night. He's so handsome. So kind. So wonderful.
Steve waits until he leaves before he extricates himself from the couch and heads to shower before joining him in the galley for food.]
Thank you. [He says it with a smile hoping it conveys a whole lot more than thanks for food.]
[Leonard prides himself on keeping in the best physical condition possible, but sleeping on the couch like that will always leave him with kinks that haunt him the rest of the day.
He lets Steve continue to drowse on the couch before going in search of breakfast. All of Steve's favorites and plenty of them, he knows just how much he can put away in a sitting.
It's.. nice. Having him on the ship again. They both slept without nightmares and that's another encouraging sign.
A glance up as a freshly showered Steve joins him. He pushes a coffee mug at him, just filled and doctored the way he likes it.] Of course.
[He knows, Steve. And as he passes by to fetch the fruit, he rests a hand lightly on his arm, giving it a squeeze.]
[Steve takes the coffee and sips it while passing by for a piece of fruit when a hand lands on his arm. His eyes travel up the arm to Len's face and he gives the other a smile full of love and warmth.]
I love you. And good morning. Because I didn't say that first either.
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In the morning he'll make breakfast.]
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Steve waits until he leaves before he extricates himself from the couch and heads to shower before joining him in the galley for food.]
Thank you. [He says it with a smile hoping it conveys a whole lot more than thanks for food.]
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He lets Steve continue to drowse on the couch before going in search of breakfast. All of Steve's favorites and plenty of them, he knows just how much he can put away in a sitting.
It's.. nice. Having him on the ship again. They both slept without nightmares and that's another encouraging sign.
A glance up as a freshly showered Steve joins him. He pushes a coffee mug at him, just filled and doctored the way he likes it.] Of course.
[He knows, Steve. And as he passes by to fetch the fruit, he rests a hand lightly on his arm, giving it a squeeze.]
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I love you. And good morning. Because I didn't say that first either.
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Thank you for breakfast.