For all of his loud, easily excited-ness, Zack is weirdly considerate when Dolph's asleep. He can get out of bed and pad into the kitchen so quietly that Dolph doesn't wake up, which really is unfortunate. Every morning, it leaves Dolph feeling around the bed with his eyes squinted shut, trying to find Zack in the sheets, and failing. He grunts and sits up unhappily on the third morning in a row of this happening, hearing the soft sounds of Zack preparing breakfast.
He sighs and rolls out of bed, getting his feet on the floor and padding out to the kitchen to find him. Zack's grin is visible even when Dolph's eyes are half-shut and he hums, leaning into the soft kiss Zack presses to the side of his mouth. "Mornin', bro."
"Morning." He sits down with a sigh and looks up as Zack rests a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of him with a smile, sitting down with a plate of his own. Dolph twists his fork between his fingers but barely pays attention to the food, taking advantage of the moment to watch Zack.
Who does notice the scrutiny after a minute, putting his fork down and raising his eyebrows at Dolph. "Bro? Aren't you hungry?" he wonders, licking some butter off of the toast from his fingers.
Dolph shakes his head, snapping himself out of this fugue. "Yeah, just... I got it." He starts to eat, though it's hard to keep his eyes off of Zack. It's common to see him wandering around his own apartment like this, fresh out of bed and shirtless while eating breakfast, but there's something about seeing it in Dolph's own place that leaves the Showoff a little flummoxed, lost in just how right it all feels.
HIs lips twitch upwards as Zack catches him looking once more, his brows furrowing. "Bro..."
"You look really comfortable," he offers, blinking when he realizes how weird that sounds. "Like... you're at home here, you know?" His voice fails him for a minute and he swallows. "It's nice, is all." He starts to shovel more eggs into his mouth, trying not to say anything else and make even further of an idiot of himself. He's aware he's flushed, and Zack staring at him, perplexed, isn't helping much.
"Of course I'm at home here," Zack says, clearly trying to ease the awkwardness between them. "It is home, right?"
Dolph looks up, eyes wide and dark blue, the two of them staring at each other until Zack's lips twitch upwards and he nods slowly. "Of course it's home." He feels dumb for not realizing it sooner, that Zack spends more time here than at his own apartment most weeks, only going there when Dolph heads back to his place in Arizona... which is happening more and more rarely too. "For us both," he continues on, reaching across the table and catching Zack's hand, winding their fingers together.
A place for Zack to wake up and go to make breakfast for them both while shirtless, a place for Dolph to bring something for supper after flying back from Raw. Theirs.
He grins.
