"How dare I," she agrees, stifling a yawn. She's warm and comfortable and it's easy to forget why she'd woken up in the first place when she has her arm slung across his chest and he's pressing kisses to her forehead. It's kind of ridiculous, how goddamn normal it is given their extremely not normal lives, but maybe that's why it's so nice, maybe that's the kind of thing she's been looking for without even realizing it.

"Shit, dude, I already confuse people," she says. "I don't need French for that, but I like the idea of you breaking out some foreign languages whenever you feel the urge." He already knows one and she thinks it'll be easier for him to learn more than it will be for her, since he has the big genius brain to begin with. "Except my French knowledge comes from French movies, so the stuff I could blurt out is probably super strange. My brother went through a New Wave period. He went through a German Expressionism period, too, so I guess I should probably also know some German, but mostly they just sounded so angry that I left that shit to him."