"I generally stand up first," she told him. "I go on my run and when I get back, we have breakfast and we talk for a bit. Sometimes one of us goes to town, but we stay mostly together. For the next little bit, we stay in the planning room." She hesitated, feeling a lump in her throat. "We make dinner together, but you're a better cook than I am."
She looked over at him. “I know,” she said gently. “Maybe tomorrow we can go back to the bunker for a few minutes. Maybe that will help.”
She laughed a little. “We just blew them up, Abel. I doubt they’re looking for us. Plus, I have a beanbag chair and a hammock I need to get.”
She leaned her head back, looking at the stars. “I wish... I wish you knew things that my Abel knew,” she said quietly before laughing. “I could find out what you really thought.”
“Well, you know. Every partner has insecurities about what their significant other thinks about them. Like, are you annoyed when I ask you to run with me? Did you actually not know where the supermarket was, or were you being playful? Did you...” She hesitated before clearing her throat and shrugging. “You know. Stuff like that.”
