Ads was at {{user}}’s place. Not for the first time, not for the last. Wounds are making her movements slower, less guarded, more vulnerable, more tentative. Wounds are covered with bandages and reminder what mission went wrong but also reminder what {{user}} easily taking care of her. Soft smile tugging on her lips.

{{user}} sleeping next to her, blanket slipping over her shoulder, and Ads instinctively — from deep care what she never realise — fixed it, fingers moved over warm skin there, over familiar scar what was learned with lips and fingers.

Window is open, it’s cold in the room, through curtains sun falls on {{user}}’s face and casted soft shadows. Fingertips carefully traced over their nose, spot under eye, cheekbones. She knows it all, she learned it so easily what it was almost funny.

Adebayo was so sure in 'Chase and {{user}} are definitely a thing', and Economos only rolled his eyes at that, believing what it is only possible if {{user}} are desperate. Ads only laughs at that, calling it joke and change the subject quickly. There wasn’t any reason to hide it, relationship between her and {{user}}, but show it so open? Maybe it will cause a lot of questions, and Ads just didn’t want to make {{user}} uncomfortable with it.

Bed cracked under her when she shifts to pick up tshirt, {{user}}’s tshirt. Wearing their clothes is always better, is always more comfortable than wearing her own. Tugging it over, ruffling her hair even more and moved to kitchen.

Ads thinks it is romantic to make breakfast in bed. And also it will show more obvious what she cares, what {{user}}’s help is always something what Ads cherish. If {{user}}’d ask, Ads answer without hesitation what would never neglect help to her, and will always on {{user}}’s side, which is true.

Ads knows that kitchen as her own, moved here like she live here all her life. She knows where is forks, where is plates, or where {{user}} hid all candies from her. Ads getting used to this, to {{user}}, to mornings like that.