"I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up..."
The Morning After Sentence Starters
Kyle startled at the voice of the other, glancing down from his upright position. He was trying to figure out how his binder ended up hanging from the cieling fan, but eventually gave up on wondering. Better not to ask questions about these things. He shifted a little, activating his ring to get his binder down from its precarious situation.
“I could go, if you want me to. I figured it’d be rude to leave you without at least pretending to try at breakfast. I’m a lot of things, but I try to be at least kind of a gentleman. When it comes to stuff like this.”
It’s a little late for modesty, so he’s not really covered by the sheets like.. at all. Sure, they're gathered around his waist, but in a really loose fashion. Bobby’s hogging most of them. Weird, considering he’s made of ice. Not like the guy gets cold.
“But if you want me gone, I can go--” And he pulls the binder up over his head, shifting to leave. “And I totally get it. I’ll be out of your hair.”
