The smell of bacon woke him. Bakura shifted his eyes opened and saw Marik standing over him, smiling and holding a tray.
"Morning," Marik whispered.
"Hey." Bakura smiled at the sight of Marik, too warm and sleepy to disguise his face into a more neutral tone.
Marik lifted up the tray. "I made you breakfast. Thought maybe you wouldn't be in the mood to get out of bed.
"Mmmm, I'm never in the mood to get out of bed." Bakura sat up, studying Marik. "Why . . .?"
Marik smiled and looked away. "I don't know . . . you always sneak me off to the desert for picnics so we can watch the sunrise. I thought I should do something like that for you."
Bakura couldn't stop smiling, but he managed to clear his throat and say. "It's about time I get some appreciation around here."
"I'm going to dump coffee over your head." Marik snorted, setting the tray down on Bakura's lap.
He stared at the coffee, eggs, bacon, and waffles set before him, still grinning. "You wouldn't stain the sheets."
"Lucky for you."