It's nice to wake up soft and fond and unhurried; she rolls a little, shoulder against his chest, so she can look at him.

"I think so," she says around a yawn. The unguarded, admiring way he looks at her when she's just woken up is one of those funny things she never expected she'd miss so much.

Reaching up to stroke his cheek she pulls him closer for a proper kiss, which is probably a terrible idea; she imagines she tastes like sleep and stale coffee. But she wants to, anyway.