mask falls to the living room floor as he shrugs off his suit, stripping down to nothing more than a tank top and boxers as quietly as he possibly can with the other two snuggled up in his bed together. he doesn’t dare wake them without breakfast in hand, something he gets to work on immediately once he’s free from the confines of his suit. he’s not the greatest cook, but he’s better than the two snoozing away in the other room, matt nominating himself honorary cook of the three. preparing some eggs the way each of them likes, sausage, hash browns, and toast, the oldest places them all on plates once finished, carrying both peter’s and harry’s into the room before he bothers with his own. he’s more concerned about the other two getting their fill first. “wake up, sweethearts,” he instructs gently as he sets the plates on the nightstand for the time being. leaning down, he’ll run his fingers through their hair, lips being planted on each cheek before he pulls away. “brought you breakfast.”
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