Awsten's pov:
I flipped over the pancakes, letting them cook on the opposite side before sliding them onto a paper plate.
I was still in my pajamas, I had on plaid pajama pants and a plain white shirt. I'd let Otto borrow my other pair of pajama pants and a gray shirt that was just a little bit too big on him.
In his hurry to leave he'd forgotten his pajamas and also his toothbrush.
But I didn't mind.
Otto sleepily walked into the kitchen just then. He was rubbing his eyes and he looked so small in the slightly baggy clothing. I could feel my heart ache with happiness.
"Good morning!" I greeted him.
"Hiiiii," he said back, obviously not fully awake yet. He yawned and sat down at the table where I'd laid out plates and utensils for us.
"How'd you sleep?" I asked politely.
In lieu of a response he just nodded his head, I took that to mean he'd slept well.
I grabbed the plate full of pancakes from the counter and carried them over to the table.
"Oh," Otto said, a little surprised. "Thank you."
I smiled at him, watching as he took two pancakes from the stack and cut them into small squares.
"Um your silverware is really cool," he said, taking a bite.
"Thanks, I just think that it, like, needed to be gold. It just felt right."
Otto nodded.
I served myself two pancakes as well, cutting them up messily.
Otto swallowed the bite that he had been chewing. "Thank you for letting me stay for a bit." He looked down at his hands. "I could've just gotten a hotel room or something, so, I really appreciate it."
Otto had told me about his fiancé once we'd started texting again. He'd told me about how he'd caught him cheating and about how he broke off the engagement and had nowhere to stay for a while.
"Of course," I replied happily, stabbing at my own pancakes.
I enjoyed his company.
