The Great War

={Chapter 34: Talking Things Out}=

={WARNING: QUICK MAKE-OUT, SLIGHT CUSSING AND FLUFF}=

Bryan woke up slowly to almost complete silence, the only noise in the room was muffled birds chirping outside. Bryan almost jumped as he realized he wasn't in the living room, glancing around the bedroom before he recalled last night, he remembered falling asleep on the sofa while watching a movie with Otso and Golden, and then woke up to being carried by Molten, so Molten must've carried him to bed at some point last night. Bryan rubbed his hand through the fur on Molten's head, relishing how soft it felt, and Bryan was worried for a short moment that he had some Molten, but Molten remained asleep as he slowly moved his head closer to Bryan, leaning into Bryan's hand. Bryan held back a tired giggle before he placed a soft peck on Molten's forehead, placing his own forehead against Molten's own after. Bryan jumped a little when someone knocked on the bedroom door, and Bryan didn't call out in order to avoid waking Molten, but he managed to gently slip out of Molten's grasp in bed. Bryan walked over and opened the bedroom door to see Otso. "Golden wants to know if you'd like anything specific for breakfast," Otso stated with a friendly smile, and Bryan smiled back. "Uh, does he have pancakes?" Bryan asked in response with a quiet tone, walking out into the hall a bit and closing the door behind him so he and Otso wouldn't wake Molten. "I don't know, I'll let him know that's what you asked for though," Otso replied with a curious smile before turning and walking down the hall, back towards the kitchen. Bryan was about to follow Otso, but hesitated for a moment before turning around and walking back into the bedroom. Bryan quietly walked over to the bedside, and since Molten's back was facing the door as he slept, Bryan leaned over Molten's back and placed a kiss on Molten's cheek. "If you're awake, I'll be in the kitchen or living room for breakfast, feel free to fall back asleep and sleep in for a while," Bryan whispered with a soft smile, rubbing his hand through Molten's head fur again before turning back around and walking out of the room, heading to the kitchen.

Molten woke up to the sweet aroma of Golden's daily breakfast, Molten instinctively reached his arm out a bit to cuddle closer to Bryan, but Molten quickly realized that Bryan was absent. Molten slowly forced himself into an upright position, shaking his head to forcefully pull himself out of his tired haze. Molten got out of bed and quickly glanced out the window to see how bright it was outside, to get a vague idea of what time it was, before walking out of the guest bedroom. Molten walked into the living room and saw Bryan sitting on the three person couch with Michael and Ennard, with Golden and Otso sitting on the two-person couch, everyone already had a plate and were eating as they talked. Molten walked over behind the three-person couch and, without a word, slightly leaned over the back of the couch, and wrapped his arms around Bryan's neck and buried his face in Bryan's fluffy hair, letting out a tired exhale. "Oh, hey, how'd you sleep?" Bryan asked with a slightly surprised tone as he lifted his eyes upward to attempt to look up at Molten. "As well as I could have. What's for breakfast?" Molten mumbled tiredly as he lifted his face from Bryan's hair and laid his head on top of Bryan's own. "Pretty much anything, we all wanted different things so Golden made as much of it as he could," Bryan replied with a warm smile, even though he and Molten couldn't really see each other's faces. Molten looked around the room for a moment, looking at everyone's plates, realizing Bryan was correct, Molten saw bacon, eggs, biscuits, pancakes, etc.. Molten made a slight sound of acknowledgment before placing a gentle peck on Bryan's head, then turning and walking into the kitchen. "Glad you two talked it through," Ennard stated with a smile as he gave a slight nod to Bryan. "What? Talked through what?" Bryan asked in response with a confused tone as he slightly tilted his head to the side. "Has Molten not talked to you about last night?" Ennard asked in response, now sharing Bryan's confusion. "No, why? What happened last night?" Bryan asked, his confusion only growing as Ennard spoke. "I-It's not my place to tell you, you should go ask Molten yourself," Ennard replied with an awkward tone, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced over at Michael. Bryan simply nodded before getting up and heading for the kitchen, taking his empty plate with him.