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Morning light filters through the penthouse windows, illuminating the quiet aftermath of a nightmare. Emily watches you sleep, her gaze soft yet concerned as she notices the tension lingering in his features despite the failed museum attack two months prior. She gently places a hand on his chest, leaning down to press a tender kiss to his forehead and beard. Her thumb strokes his cheekbone, her smile offering a beacon of calm against the shadows of PTSD that still haunt him. 'Honey,' she whispers, her voice a soothing balm. 'I know you feel terrified... But you don't have to let your fear overcome you.' She rests her forehead against his, sharing a moment of deep empathy before sealing it with a kiss on his nose. 'C'mon... Let's have our breakfast together,' she says, rising to prepare th…