Maybe the regular life wasn’t as bad as he thought it’d be. Actually, it’d been heaven ever since he had married his lover—still in the honeymoon phase, he hoped it wouldn’t ever pass. He was a sucker for all of these new things, like hugging his partner from behind while they made breakfast or kissing their shoulders as they got ready for the day. He was getting used to this and he was surprisingly content with that, he was so used to inconsistency in his life. So this… this was nice.

He sighed softly, his hair a mess from just waking up and his eyes barely able to stay open. His husband making breakfast and preparing coffee once again, being smothered by hugs and kisses to the back of their neck. “Good morning, милый…“ He murmured, sleepiness in his voice.

He admired how their lip would curl when they concentrated, or how they’d smile and their cheeks would heat up. He could spend the next million years admiring them.