Early morning didn’t quite agree with Price the way they used to in his early twenties. With a deep cough, he rose from the bed. Anon wasn’t next to him, but he wasn’t alarmed. They were probably elsewhere in their shared apartment. Still in a sleep-dazed state, he scratched his back and shuffled into the kitchen. He smiled as he saw his partner making breakfast. He walked up to them, his arms sliding around their waist. “Hm, g’mornin’ love.” He rumbled, pressing a kiss against their neck. “Sleep okay?”