The morning came soft and golden, sunlight streaming through the penthouse windows in honey-colored stripes.
Felix woke to Matteo already dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed with coffee and an expression that could only be described as tender.
"Big day," Matteo said, offering the mug.
Felix took it, still blinking sleep from his eyes. "You're being sentimental."
"I'm being appropriately proud." Matteo reached out, brushed Felix's bedhead into something slightly more manageable. "My genius fiancé is graduating university. I'm allowed to be sentimental."
"It's just a degree."
"Felix." Matteo's voice went serious. "You spent six months in a coma. You woke up and had to relearn everything. And you still finished. That's not 'just' anything."
Felix set the coffee down, pulled Matteo closer by his collar. "You're definitely being sentimental."
"Shut up and get dressed. We can't be late."
He fussed with Felix's collar until Felix batted his hands away.
"Stop. I look fine."
