[ the slow sweep of her hand causes another slow exhale as he relaxes more into her, and tomassen makes a soft noise of acknowledgement, almost amused. upset is likely not the right word for it; furious and mildly homicidal, probably better. he's not entirely sure how he managed to talk her down after an attempted assassination, but he had.

using the twelve year old as fodder had probably not been fair, but it had worked. ]

I know. [ he repeats, loosening his hold on her long enough to readjust his grip, nuzzling his face into her temple before kissing her cheek, then her jaw. an arm slips around her waist to tug her nearly on top of him, so he could properly hold her, a hand running down her spine. ] Beautiful, brave, mad woman.

[ he looks up at her, expression impossibly fond, before he presses a gentle kiss to her mouth, his hands sliding up to gently cup her face, thumbs brushing over her cheeks. ]

I think I'll work from home, tomorrow. [ after a moment, pressing another kiss to her lips. ] Sleep in, have breakfast with you, take you to school. [ an anxious need to be near her, but he has been trying not to push himself hard, and seeing as he was picking up another stressful case, it was only a matter of time before sofia and kaz both needled him into submission. ] We can have lunch together at your favorite deli.

[ all of this is really leading up to tomassen not working at all, but. whatever. he doesn't dote on his wife the entire seven or eight hours she is sleeping every night; there is room to make up when they awake. so he gives her another kiss, murmuring against her lips: ]

I can pick you up, and we can go out to dinner, wherever you like.