Anniversary

[notthatcrazy]

It's early, and the sun is just starting to filter in through the blinds as he wakes. He's always been something of a morning person, when he sleeps at all, and though he's gotten better at resting during the night he still has his morning routines.

Leaving Face to sleep a while longer, he slips away to the kitchen for breakfast. He briefly takes note of the calendar on the wall, but it's not until he's poured himself a bowl of cereal and settled in for morning cartoons that the significance of the date sinks in.

Ten years. It's been exactly a decade since Mexico. Since his life was immeasurably changed for the better, despite the hardships and roadblocks along the way.

He'll have to mark the occasion with the others later, but right now there's only one place he wants to be. His breakfast finished, he returns to the bedroom, slipping back under the covers next to his still-sleeping partner. Not wanting to wake him, he contents himself with pressing against his back, letting his fingers trace the tattoo on his bicep before coming to rest on his chest. They've come so far, but sometimes he still wishes he could somehow telepathically communicate the depth of everything he feels.

I love you and I won't ever leave you.

He doesn't even realize he's whispered the words out loud until he feels Face stir in his arms.

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[notjustaface]

Face, for his part, adores what little luxurious sleep he's allowed to get and has no problems staying snuggled up with his pillow long after he vaguely feels the dip of Murdock sliding off the bed and the quiet murmur of television in the background. He doesn't even know how long it's been when he feels the empty space beside him full once more with Murdock's familiar form pressing against him and finding their comfortable spot.

"Mmm?" He manages with a sleepy smile, wiggling to roll onto his back as the words float haphazardly in his brain - still foggy. "Missed that."