<span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #33FFEE">He'd slept rather well considering how horrible he had still felt before their nap. Having not moved a single inch, not on his own anyway, Silver was comfortable. That was until Rich got out of bed. It took a moment, but once he registered the absence of the other, he was curled in the warm spot left behind, the blankets pulled up over him so only his ears were sticking out.<br/><br/>After that, he slowly started to wake up but refused to move. When the smell of food reached the bedroom and somehow penetrated his fortress of blankets, his ears perked....and his stomach growled. Was he really that hungry? Considering he hadn't eaten in a good twenty-four hours, not counting his one bite of toast and tea, it was no surprise that he was starving. Hearing Rich enter the room, his ears twitched again. Slowly, gripping the blankets, he pulled them down to show his eyes, the dual colors staring at him. Well, more the tray of food he just set down.</span></span>