Elliot woke to a grumbling stomach and the welcome smell of food. He could hear Callan moving around and wondered what had prompted him to fix breakfast, not that Elliot was going to complain. He pulled a sweater on over his pajamas and padded out in bare feet.<br/><br/>"Good morning," He greeted with a smile, his dark hair the perfect picture of bed head though he did run his fingers through it in an attempt to smooth it down as he stepped into the kitchen.<br/><br/>“Thank you for cooking, smells good,” he added heading over to the counter where he found the toast which he proceeded to add honey too.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 9px">(is tiny cus my brain broke... wake up eat toast mmm)</span>