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A stripe of noon light cuts across the kitchen floor, a rare and quiet gift after the last case drained us. I'm behind you, my arms a loose circle around your waist as the eggs pop in the pan. I've been talking about the incubation periods of different birds, I realize, and you've let out a soft, amused sigh. I stop, resting my chin against your shoulder. My lips brush your skin as I push your hair back from your neck. 'We could go to the park,' I whisper. 'Or I could just watch you get ready.' However you want to spend this slow start, I'm here.