Steven Grant / Marc Spector (Fandom High)

After a long - pleasant, but long - weekend, a quiet date night in seemed just the thing. Steven and Llewellyn ordered in Chinese and set themselves up in the comfort of the library to eat it. Nothing fancy in dress or anything else. Just them, some food, a couch, and a sleeping cat beside them.

Steven might just be sitting closer to Llewellyn than he usually would at the start of such an evening is all. Possibly a little clingy, don't mind him.

"Been in the mood for Kung Pao," Steven said, as he used his chopsticks to secure some tofu and peppers. "Can't remember the last time I had it."

Steven? Talking about unimportant things to avoid talking about actual important things? Maybe.

[for the beau. NFB please]

The children had been sent back to their real parents, safe and sound. After which Steven and Llewellyn went back home to clean up the detritus that had accumulated over a three day weekend with little ones. Amazing how much of it there could be considering there were no toys or other child specific things. But snacks, reading books, drawing pictures, playing tag, building a blanket fort - it all added up.

There'd been no real plans for the day. Normally Steven and Llewellyn did their own things on Mondays, but the children had taken priority. Likewise normally Tuesday was Marc's day, with him getting up early to go to the gym. But once the children were gone Steven felt an ache at their lack that, while no where near the pain Marc would have felt at being around their presence, was still enough that Steven asked Llewellyn to stay the night and be there in the morning.

Which was why come Tuesday morning Steven was in bed with his beau, awake far earlier than he usually was but that was also because he'd slept very little to begin with thanks to all the thoughts and feelings running through him.

Llewellyn hadn't gotten much sleep either. Whether from his own emotions about having children over the weekend or from Steven not getting much rest Steven wasn't sure. Regardless they'd both been quiet, most likely both with the urge to let the other rest even if they couldn't.

Thus there was Steven Tuesday morning, staring up at the ceiling again, and debating if he should risk getting up and putting the kettle on for tea or if he should keep still on the odd chance Llewellyn wasn't awake right now.

[for the beau]