[ Lucky him. He sits up and it's good that Hank is gone because he doesn't wear a shirt to sleep in, and barely any pants. He waves his hand and the ends of the curtain pulls make themselves useful by floating up to draw them and let light flood in.

The kiss is over too soon, but he replaces it with a mouthful of raisin bun. He'll have some french toast too, but that's generally made with milk so all the meats are for Charles. ]

Did everyone get up before me? Guess I should lay off the drink.

Not fair that Logan can't get hangovers.

[ Nothing a spot of coffee can't fix. The light is giving him a bit of a headache, but he ignores it and presses on. ]

What time is it?