Dean held his hands up in defense when she jumped and he laughed, tongue between his teeth. He had not meant to scare her necessarily, but the fact that he did was amusing. He continued watching her walk around the kitchen, wanting to take a photo or a video to keep this moment, considering all that he had thought he lost. He waved his hand about the note, “don’t worry about it. I woke up drooling on your pillow…”

He then raised his eyebrows at the prospect of fresh coffee. He was dying for some. He stepped over to the counter and grabbed a mug, beginning to pour coffee as she explained she wouldn’t be leaving again. He closed his eyes as another wave of anxiety hit him from the feelings he has pushed down the day before. With a shaky hand, he finished pouring the coffee and turned to her, smiling again.

“I’m starving! And you’re perfect…”, he said sweetly, brushing his stress off as he stepped up to her and pecked her on the nose.