Surprisingly, Vegas woke early that morning. One might think with as little sleep as they'd managed it would be another of those sleeping-past-noon days, but no. He was bright and early, slipping from their bed to go make his boyf-- husband some breakfast. He suspected that Pete might not be getting out bed for a while.

After a brief visit with Kinn in the kitchen, Vegas returned to their room with a tray of food: two bowls of jok and some tea (he'd die for some coffee, but the tea will have to suffice for now). Setting it beside the bed, he gently shook the lump under the blankets that was Pete.

"Baby, wake up. Time to eat."