[Lorenz has become rather accustomed to Claude slipping out of bed early and, at most, he might grumble a little and burrow deeper into the warmth left behind by the other man. It's a good hour later, perhaps even more, when Lorenz finally begins to stir on his own. It also takes a good half hour for Lorenz to actually get out of bed, dressed and put together and something done with his hair.
When he finally does step out of the bedroom he's quick to follow the sounds and smells of Claude puttering about in the kitchen. He hums a soft appreciative sound as he steps up behind him and presses a kiss to his hair, one arm sliding briefly around his waist before Lorenz steps aside to collect a cup to pour the tea into.]
Shall I start you some pine, love?
[Because he's absolutely drinking this whole pot of perfectly brewed tea and resetting his bottomless mug with it, thank you very much. But if Claude is cooking for them then starting his tea next is the least he can do.]
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When he finally does step out of the bedroom he's quick to follow the sounds and smells of Claude puttering about in the kitchen. He hums a soft appreciative sound as he steps up behind him and presses a kiss to his hair, one arm sliding briefly around his waist before Lorenz steps aside to collect a cup to pour the tea into.]
Shall I start you some pine, love?
[Because he's absolutely drinking this whole pot of perfectly brewed tea and resetting his bottomless mug with it, thank you very much. But if Claude is cooking for them then starting his tea next is the least he can do.]