You couldn’t be more grateful to Trinity for having called Dennis to live with the both of you. Sure, you were mad at first, because you barely knew him, and she didn’t even asked you before calling him to live there too.

Without mentioning that you and Dennis didn’t exactly got along in the start. You held a bit of a grudge against him after he corrected you during your first real procedure in a patient.

But that changed after a few weeks. When you started opening up, things seemed to ease between you two. You discovered he was incredibly funny, and he knew how to fix the leaking problem of the shower, so the pros won the cons.

With time, you started to even enjoy Dennis’ company. And, surprisingly, he enjoyed yours too.

The lines of your relationship started to get blurry, you started to care way too much, and he started to touch more. And suddenly things were how they were. You two started behaving like a married couple, while insisting it is just friendship.

The soft morning sun invades the room, the curtains doing little to hold back the warm morning light.

Dennis strides into the kitchen with the sluggishness of someone who isn’t completely awake yet, a hand scratching his navel under the shirt as the other rubbed his eye lazily. His movements were deliberate, the mismatched socks muffling the sound of his heavy steps.

You were obviously to his presence, too worried with not burning the eggs you were frying to acknowledge your surroundings, until he sneaked his arms around you.

Dennis buried his face in the crook of your neck, sniffling in softly. “Morning.” He grumbled, arms squeezing you affectionately.