"Wake up, my love."
Sol grumbles, raising his head slowly as Nox nudges against him. He gets up from the couch slowly, uncertain of the ache he feels in his body. "Hmm…?" Tiredly, he rubs his eyes and Nox thinks he's adorable.
Nox presses a kiss on Sol's tired expression. He chuckles a little at Sol's odd but completely endearing disposition. "What were you thinking, making all this food?"
It takes Sol a moment to gather himself from his strange bone-deep fatigue. He yawns deeply before answering, "Mmm was hungry."
"You made enough food for ten grown men," Nox points out.
Sol only nods cutely. "Hungry."
"Hmm, if you're so hungry why didn't you eat first? You know that you don't have to wait for me."
But Sol only shakes his head. "No. Wanted to wait, so I waited." He smiles brightly and the sight pulls at Nox's heart. "Want to eat with you. Let's eat together?"
