Hayden prepared for work in a frustrated peeve, Virgil kept treating him like he would break and it was exasperating.
He had been cuddled to an early death the night before and while he didn't mind his boyfriend being sweet he wanted something entirely different.
The tingling strumming through his veins was enough to push him out of bed early, he padded to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
He couldn't keep sufficing his breakfast with muffins and cupcakes so a proper breakfast it was.
He was so engrossed in what he was doing that he nearly jumped when arms slipped around him.
"Oh, H-Hi, V, sleep well?" He asks shakily, leaning his head to the side slightly so that the taller man could nuzzle into his neck.
Virgil hums. "You shouldn't have bothered to cook, not till you feel better."
