She'd heard him talking to someone but had stayed in bed. It's Saturday, no way in hell she's getting up before eleven.
When she smells breakfast coming she smiles into the pillow.
He walks in and balances the tray on one hand, shaking her shoulder with the other.
"Jaaaa-aaaack, I know you smell that."
She grunts and presses her face into the pillow. Can't let him think he can just wake her up on her day off.
"Well, I guess if you don't want it, I could eat."
She springs upright, knowing full well that that's a threat he'll carry out. He laughs and sets the tray down in her lap.
As she digs in he lays down next to her and steals a piece of toast.
Between mouthfuls, she asks the million dollar question.
"So what are you trying to butter me up for?"
"Well, it started as just doing something nice, but there actually is something."
She just cocks an eyebrow at him and keeps eating.
"Oriana called earlier, there's a fundraiser at her university and she asked me to come."
"I'm not going."
"I, might, have already said we'd be there."
She freezes with her mouth open, a forkful of eggs halfway there, fixing him with a glare. He helpfully extends one finger and slowly pushes the fork towards her mouth. His playfulness fails to distract her.
"You did what?"
"It'll mean a lot to Oriana if I go and make a good impression on her professor, and it would mean a lot to me if you come."
"You just want me to wear a fucking dress again."
"It would be nice, yes. Have you seen your legs?"
"I'm still not going."
"Pretty please? I'll make it up to you."
There he goes again, with that fucking look, like I mean the whole world to him.
God damn it.
She rolls her eyes and sighs.
"Fuck it, fine. Asshole."
He leans over and kisses her temple.
"Love you too."