Stark had not been expecting any of this, which would have been obvious to anyone who had seen (or heard) his reactions. He'd definitely not expected being kicked out of bed with a not-quite-demand for breakfast. He would have been quite happy to stay there, cuddling, as long as he could manage.
Instead he was in the kitchen, wearing more clothes than last night (which wasn't difficult, he'd lost his grip on the towel very shortly after Liam left), working on a batch of pancakes.
He looked up when Faye came in (wearing his shirt and he didn't know how to react to that at all but he certainly wasn't complaining) and nodded, just a little uncertainly.
"You were serious about the rest. I thought you were serious about the pancakes."
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not expected being kicked out of bed with a not-quite-demand for breakfast. He would have been quite happy to stay there, cuddling, as long as he could manage.
Instead he was in the kitchen, wearing more clothes than last night (which wasn't difficult, he'd lost his grip on the towel very shortly after Liam left), working on a batch of pancakes.
He looked up when Faye came in (wearing his shirt and he didn't know how to react to that at all but he certainly wasn't complaining) and nodded, just a little uncertainly.
"You were serious about the rest. I thought you were serious about the pancakes."