Kant took the mug, his fingers brushing against Gabriel's.
"Together?" he repeated, liking the sound of that word a bit too much. "Sure."
"I'll look forward to it, then!" Gabriel beamed and leaned in, brushing his shoulder against Kant's with a playful nudge.
How little did a man need for happiness... Kant glanced down at the swirling coffee in his mug, then took a sip while Gabriel went picking out ingredients from the fridge to make himself breakfast.
Broccoli, carrots, bell peppers, eggs. For some reason, Kant had expected Gabriel's breakfast would be cookies and a sweet drink. Not this healthy and nourishing meal-to-be.
As Gabriel whisked the eggs, he tossed a playful glance over his shoulder. "You sure you don't want to eat anything? Skipping breakfast is a bad habit."
Kant was in no place to deny.
Gabriel tossed him an onion, "Chop this!" He set down a cutting board and a knife. "It'll be faster if we do it together."
