Rain fell in steady sheets against the windows, bouncing off of the furniture sitting on the patio. Eliot wormed his way out of bed and watched as Alec and Parker registered his absence then moved into the warm spot he left behind.

Coffee grounds were added to the press before being doused with hot water and set aside to brew. By the time the pair joined him, a light breakfast was already in the works. Alec pressed a quick kiss to Eliot’s temple before moving around him to grab plates and cups. Parker dropped blankets on the sectional couch before joining both men at the island.

In the past, they would have been running a con, running around the world setting things right before setting off alone until the next job. They still ran jobs but now with more help than they ever could have imagined with just Nate and Sophie.

There was room carved out for days like this: breakfast on a rare Sunday off followed by couch snuggles and rain washing away the sins of the past.