Marik sighed, the abrupt weight against his chest as the man in his arms fell asleep making him rock back slightly on his heels.
Ishizu was giving him a calm, contemplative look. He shifted uncomfortably, unused to such a gaze. But then she nodded her head, turning to help her other brother plate breakfast, and he felt as if he had been given permission of some kind.
Glancing down at the person in his arms, he supposed it was about that. It took little effort to scoop Malik up and bring him back to the couch he had snuck upon last night.
The smaller man mumbled as he was set down, but an instinctual kiss upon his brown softened his features with a barely audible hum.
He felt strange. Tucking in the sheets around someone, kissing their brow to help them sleep... hell, even letting someone sleep curled up against him was unfathomable, and the fact that he was letting it happen was beyond his comprehension.
Suddenly he felt very old. It stole at his bones and compressed a tired sigh out of him as he walked back to the kitchen. When Malik's other siblings looked over at him in concern, he merely waved them off, instead grabbing one of the plates of food and haphazardly fishing for a fork in one of the drawers.
The porridge was pleasingly, and familiarly, spiced. He scraped his fork along the plate to gather up the last of it before spearing some of the honey-drizzled fruit. Munching contentedly with a satisfied sigh, he