"Good morning!"
Pitch groaned and blinked awake at the sudden weight on his chest. It took a couple seconds for his vision to clear, but that was fine, because that shade of pale and a shock of white was recognizable even when hopelessly blurred, "Jack?..."
The young man had a mug in his hand, and he raised it in greeting.
"I also have some strong coffee for you."
Ah, yes. To go with the warm, naked balls in Pitch's face. He got it. He understood.
And he smiled, because truly, he'd gotten everything he asked for, and more.
"And good morning to you, too."