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It used to take a lot for Andrew to lay around in bed after he woke up in the morning. He was raised to be efficient, the way that so many Nephilim were brought up. When you woke up there was always something to do - training, cleaning, some short-staffed or neglected duty around the Institute that needed help. You could always be making yourself better, a mentality that’s driven into Shadowhunters from a young age.
Now, all it takes is the warmth of the body next to him for Andrew to be perfectly content waiting under the covers for hours if it means time spent with his arms wrapped around Lorenzo.
Sure, he still feels the occasional bit of guilt in the back of his mind that he could be using these early morning hours for something productive, but it’s easy to ignore when Lorenzo shifts and nuzzles his face into the back of Andrew’s neck.
Andrew always imagined he’d never be satisfied with his life. Unsure if he’d ever be able to be open about his sexuality, he rarely let himself imagine happiness in the form of a relationship. When he did imagine it, it was always years from now, after working his way up the ranks to some prestigious position of power, or after proving his worth with some grand, heroic deed.
He still wants those things, but he doesn’t need them to be happy.
All Andrew needs to feel perfectly content is exactly what he has. It’s the late nights talking about anything and everything, from the most mundane parts of his day to secrets he’s never confided in anyone else. It’s feeling comfortable enough to be honest, even when it’s difficult. It’s having someone to share the burden of his bad days and the joy of his good ones. It’s rough, clawing grabs when things grow heated and soft, gentle touches when more care is called for.
It’s sleepy kisses shared in the morning when he’s still in bed when Lorenzo wakes up, rolls over, and places the softest touch of lips to his nose, or his forehead, or to the corners of his mouth before Andrew shifts his head to catch those lips in his own.
“Good morning, Ren,” Andrew says, smiling as he pulls back slightly.
Lorenzo blinks the sleep from his eyes and smiles back. “ ‘Morning, handsome” Lorenzo mumbles in reply, wrapping his arm around Andrew to pull him in closer again, giving him another slow kiss.
These sleepy kisses and soft touches and entirely unfiltered moments of existence, just the two of them before they go out and face the day? These are all Andrew needs to be happy. This is where he’s content, where he’d never leave if he didn’t have to and where he always longs to return to when he’s away.
When the kiss ends Lorenzo turns over again with his back to Andrew, pulling Andrew’s arm around his side so that they’re cuddled close again. Andrew huffs out a laugh, knowing that Lorenzo is absolutely about to fall back to sleep, and not minding in the slightest as he tucks himself up against Lorenzo’s back, tracing his fingertips up and down Lorenzo’s arm as he drifts back to sleep.