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Morse opened his eyes and lay disoriented, trying to understand what woke him up. It was already light. He could hear the sound of cooking from the kitchen, clutter of utencils, something frying on the pan. Strange must have been getting ready for work.
He looked at Jakes, who was peacefully sleeping beside him, warm and so lovely in his disheveled state. There was nothing Morse wanted more rather than hold him and get back to sleep again.
“Peter”. He shook him by the shoulder. “Peter,” he repeated a bit louder, “wake up, it’s morning already”.
Peter grumbled something, tried to turn away and hide his head under a pillow, but then sat bolt upright, taking the surroundings in. Morse, clothes on the floor, light, smell of onions.
“Fuck”.
Jakes jumped out of the bed and began to frantically get dressed, grabbing clothes from the floor.
“Can I get out of the window?” he asked, buttoning up the shirt.
Morse shook his head.
Jakes sighed. That was definitely not how he planned to spend this morning. He wanted to slip outside when Morse fell asleep, when it was dark and quiet, so he didn’t have to explain to Strange what he was doing in Morse’s room early in the morning.
Morse raised from the bed and caught his hand. He waited for Jakes to look at him, then kissed him slowly, calming him. Peter’s shoulders relaxed, and he let himself linger for a moment.
“I’ll distract Jim, and you are going to get out through the front door. Everything will be fine. I’ll see you at work”. Morse smiled reassuringly, kissed him on the cheek and left the room.