"What d'you want for breakfast? I'll make us anything..." Laios mumbles into soft hair. He's got his own case of major bedhead.

He's not in a rush to go to bed. Not really. While the rest of the party sleeps, Laios finds himself tucked away in bed with a lover.

There's plenty of room and space to spread out. Laios does not want the space, however. He wants to be close, close, close.

"What about flavor? Sweet? Savory...? D'you want a mix of both?" Laios mumbles, his words drifting with sleep. "Name it. I'll make it."

It's an utterly charming and romantic night. At least, by Laios' standards it is. Truly.