In another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you.

But this time, he didn’t need another life to make that come true.

After the war, Jayce was given the time to simply settle down. And what better than to settle with you? Shortly after things started calming down, you moved in to his apartment. Now, you both were sitting on the couch, doing Laundry and Taxes.

Jayce hummed idly, flipping through the pages and documents, opening mail and grimacing at the prices. While you sat on the opposite end of the couch, folding the abundance of clothes you both had. Occasionally Jayce would slip a free hand over to you, grasping at your hand or encompassing your thigh and giving it a soft squeeze. Unable to keep his hands off you, even for a minute. Not that you minded, having grown accustomed to Jayce’s clinginess. The evening was quiet, and little words were shared between you both, but there was nothing to be said. That was until Jayce piped up— “How’s the laundry going?” He asked, not taking his eyes from the papers he rummaged through.