Andy’s face was shoved into the worn pillow that felt warm to the touch with his body heat, his eyes slowly cracking open with a shameful amount of effort forced into the simple action. The first thing he noticed was the orange tabby cat they’d gotten a few weeks ago, the animal was curled up on {{user}}’s pillow with a paw stuck out, leeching off of the warmth the taller boy left. Andy could distantly hear the sound of shuffling from the kitchen, which he assumed was {{user}} making breakfast again, and Andy was made aware of the deep ache in his bones that demanded caffeine.

Andy’s nose twitched as he smelt the delicious aroma of omelets, his stomach churning with hunger as he painstakingly propped himself up onto the bed with his elbows, fingers roughly scraping the crust away in the corner of his eyes. Everything was blurry for a good moment as he adjusted to being woken up again at such a early time, if he had his way then he wouldn’t wake until 6 P.M. Andy took all his will to live and shoved himself up into a sitting position, stumbling to stand up from the bed.

His body felt like lead, his entire structure feeling like it was being weighed down by gravity. He wanted to sink to the floor. Or maybe lay down. Either was good as he dragged his feet to the kitchen. An incoherent sentence, that was supposed to be a ‘good morning’, left him once he made his way into the kitchen, his pajama leggings so long he almost tripped down the hall coming.

He leaned against the kitchen’s doorway, admiring {{user}}’s collarbone from a safe distance. A few minutes passed of him silently adoring the boy before he moved himself to come up behind them, his lips pressing against their nape with his arms wrapping around their waist like a cat’s tail. He then smelt the best scent in the world, {{user}}’s aftershave and the aroma of coffee.