sliding a plate of slightly charred toast across the table to Kai Eat. It’s the chef’s special.

pokes the toast with a fork It’s black, Dad.

It’s caramelized. Adds character.

wrapping his arms around Y/n from behind, resting his chin on their shoulder Morning. Did you sleep okay?

sliding into the chair next to Y/n, phone in hand He’s been asking that since he was five. His voice just got deeper.