MHA #2 | Thursday Morning

[knife_bender]

Diego had been having some weird ass dreams lately. Creepy ones, really. He dreamed about his father occasionally, but usually they were flashbacks to training and Ben's funeral. But these were focused on the rare (so very rare) moments where his father had given him praise and when Diego woke up he was left with a vague feeling of wanting his father to be proud of him.

Which disturbed him even more than the nightmares, really.

He was considering just not sleeping again, so he was doubling up on the coffee this morning.

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[knife_bender]

"I know," he said, giving her a smile. "I love you."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I love you too," Annie replied, going onto her toes to kiss him again. "You can tell because I'm actually interested in hearing about your dreams even when I'm not even in them."

Everyone knew hearing about other people's dreams was, generally, super boring. (Unless you were a fortune teller, maybe?)

[knife_bender]

He laughed. "That really is a sign of true love. I am a lucky guy."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"You are," Annie noted, threading her arms up around his neck. "But I feel pretty lucky too, so it evens out."

And all teasing aside, if he suddenly started wanting to talk to her about his dreams regularly, Annie would happily sit and listen every single morning for the rest of their lives. She was that far gone.