Dick’s cologne filled the apartment, as it did every morning, while he runs forth and back between your bedroom and bathroom, getting ready. He likes to lay and drag in bed after the alarm goes off, so he always ends up in a rush to get on his work clothes and do his hair, which took longer than you spent on your hair in the morning.

It worked somewhat perfectly, you got ready for work a lot faster than Dick, and so by the time he was ready, you’d finished making breakfast for the both of you and you could eat together.

Breakfast was always a little bit of a surprise; he always had a bowl of cereal, his love for it was almost ridiculous, but every day you’d make something to go with the cereal. Sometimes it was toast, other times it was eggs or a bowl of yogurt. It was one of the small joys Dick found in the day, the breakfast you’d made with thought.

He lets out an appreciative hum as he sits down in front of the food you’d plated, grabbing the spoon and reaching for the bowl full of one of his many different cereals.

“Thank you.” He mumbles with a smile, his mouth full of cereal and milk.