"Me too," I murmur, looking down at our joined hands, his always a little rougher and bigger than mine.

"Everything, I just... I didn't miss fucking you. I mean, I did, but that's not... I missed the stupid stuff, you know? Fucking breakfast with the five of us. Tom's fucking pancakes," I admit with a cough of laughter, looking toward the stove and my attempts at a little normality. "This was stupid."