Luca's words weren't only healing, but apparently they were enough to wake the dead, or the kinda dead.
Because from the cocoon of Kyle's coat came a soft rustling.
Then a faint voice, small and hoarse like a kitten with a sore throat: "Food? There's food?"
But his sudden interjection attracted the attention of everyone, especially the gaze of one dutiful human recliner.
"You heard there's food and you're awake?" Kyle looked down, seeing the face of someone who didn't expect to be put in the spotlight.
Ollie's face, which had been a model of serenity while sleeping, was once again mutating into a tomato who could only say, "N-no! It's not like that!"
But just as the blonde tried defending himself, his stomach growled. Loud. Obnoxious. Embarrassingly honest.
"AAAAAHHHH!" Ollie complained, embarrassed at the sound.
But the timing was undeniable.
There was a beat of silence before Kyle chuckled, low and fond. "Well, I guess...good morning to you, too."
That broke the tension.
