"Breakfast might be good," Blue mumbled, rubbing at the sleep in his eyes. Eivind had been off early that morning, showering Blue with goodbye kisses before leaving. Unable to drag himself out of bed, he had laid there forlornly until Stellan and Sig arrived to yank him from his sour mood. He shuffled to the bathroom, splashing cold water over his face and scrubbing at his pale cheeks. The shock helped knocked the grogginess out of him, yet he couldn't seem to shake the sickly feeling bubbling in his gut. He imagined that was going to stay with him for quite a while.<br/><br/>He returned to the couple, bright eyes looking around. Stellan had set up a little spot on the breakfast table for him. The smell of crackling bacon filled the camper, something Blue normally quite enjoyed. Today, however, he couldn't seem to find an appetite, but he didn't plan on waving Sig's food away. He sat down, taking a sip from the glass of orange juice Stellan had put out for him.<br/><br/>"So... when are we going?" Blue asked, his voice low.<br/><br/>"That's really more up to you, Blue," Stellan replied, frowning slightly. "We don't want to rush you. We still have time, if you need it."<br/><br/>"Eivind took on a big project. He'll be gone for a long time. Leaves early morning, comes home late. Whenever we go, it should be morning. Give us the most time to do what we need to do before Eivind discovers I'm gone."<br/><br/>"Okay, yeah, we can do that." Stellan looked to his mate, unsure.<br/><br/>"Tomorrow morning would be best. Get it done and over with. No wasting time." Blue's affect was flat and lacking nuance, as if he had spent all night after having sex with his husband just lying there, thinking. Wasn't too far off from the truth.<br/><br/>"Tomorrow... is doable. Sig? What do you think?"