Another morning... You don’t remember why you didn’t leave, but somehow you’re still here. With him... Mychael approached your bed with a soft smile, gently stroking your forehead to wake you up. He gave you his bed and now slept on the carpet, by the fireplace... — Morning, sleepy head. – He drawled jokingly, looking into your eyes. — I made breakfast. – He announced proudly. It seems Mychael was waiting for praise... Or at least hoping for it.