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It was becoming a little habit they shared. One in which, Kate had to fight the urge of coming back to her apartment with Matt or asking him to come over and spend the night at the penthouse. Plenty of times they did, either because they were too eager for intimacy or, after a particularly tough night, because they were too tired to part ways. More often than not, Matt woke un before Kate did, taking care of breakfast while she claimed an extra half an hour of sleep.

Given their nocturnal activities, in and out of the bedroom? They both needed to catch up some sleep before facing the next day. But most importantly, Kate didn't want to screw this up. She didn't want for things to feel weird. They already saw each other almost every day. If they already started sleeping with each other every night? It was a weird territory, they were still getting used to each other. Was she putting too much distance? Was she too needy? There was a lot to figure out. Rom-coms didn't explain how to handle a relationship when you both are vigilantes.

But none of that mattered this morning. Right now? As Matt's thumbs stroked those tears away, Kate couldn't do anything but smile and be grateful to find him there in her kitchen, first thing in the morning. He really was her rock sometimes.

"Sad dreams," Kate admitted, her voice still a little hoarse from sleep.

She chuckled awkwardly, a little flustered, as she leaned in to hide her face on his chest. She rocked them both, trying to be a little playful, to shake the sadness away from her bones as the memory of Morpheus parting words squeezed her heart again.

"This smells amazing," he offered between sniffles.