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It was just past 7 a.m. in the apartment. Ivan stood at the stove in loose sweatpants and a worn T-shirt, flipping eggs while the smell of coffee drifted through the kitchen. The morning sun spilled in through the half-drawn curtains, catching the steam rising from the pan.

Soft footsteps padded in from the hallway. Till, hair a mess, eyes still heavy with sleep, and dressed in one of Ivan’s oversized T-shirts with a pair of his sweatpants, walked straight up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. It wasn’t something he did often.

Ivan froze for a split second, then a grin tugged at his mouth. “Well, good morning tillie” he said, glancing down at the hands around him. “Didn’t think I’d get a back-hug before breakfast.” His voice carried its usual teasing lilt, but his free hand brushed over Till’s for a brief moment before he turned back to the pan.