"Fuck you," he mumbled lazily, a smile in his voice. He stretched lazily against Frank's side and rolled a little so he could do more without hitting Frank in the face or anything.

"Shit." He yawned, covered his mouth, and yawned again. He looked over at Frank, soft and warm. He was still here; he hadn't disappeared in the night. Then he cracked a grin and lightly nudged Frank's leg. "Pretty sure you promised me breakfast, Frankie boy."