Fatima slipped out of the bathroom, already fully dressed.

"We getting breakfast before work?" she asked, opening a drawer.

"Mmm, I know what I want to eat for breakfast," Rountree said. Fatima turned around and slung the pair of socks in her hand at him.

"What did I do?" Rountree protested.

"You made a comment!" Fatima exclaimed.

"About breakfast! Come look!" he protested. He turned his screen to show a stack of pancakes with a red drizzle, and strawberries and whipped cream. Fatima blushed.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were-" she began.

"I get it. I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable," he said gently.

'No, you-"

"Made you uncomfortable. I know. I know your signs, sweetheart. I made you uncomfortable, and I am truly sorry about that. You mind if I take a shower real quick?" he said gently.

"Sure. I guess you can use my stuff," Fatima replied, sitting on the bed. Rountree gave her a quick cheek kiss, then grabbed his bag and headed into the bathroom.