My Land, My Rules

"I'm glad you wanted me to be here with you," Gladio said, that soft smile getting a lot of use that evening, and now it was accompanied with a gentle brush of fingers against Nell's cheek, where they'd drifted easily as they kissed, and that relaxation and contentment grew deeper, "so thanks for that, too. And, hey, you made dinner. S'only fair I treat you back with breakfast."

Not to mention the fact that he came to realize that his oatmeal might be the first time a man had ever even used that kitchen, and once he thought of that, it practically became a necessity.