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[Six Weeks Later]

Groggily, Cael opened his eyes and looked around. As usual he was in the bedroom, naked lower half covered by the blankets leaving his wings and torso exposed. Marshall was already up and awake and if the sounds coming from the open door told him anything was cooking breakfast in the kitchen, the cop having the day off. What wasn't usual was the fact that he was actually waking up having fallen asleep at some point during the night. It wasn't the first time it had happened either and it was starting to make Cael wonder if something was wrong with him or not. He felt fine otherwise and so he wasn't too worried about it just yet as he pushed himself up from the bed with a stretch of his arms and wings.

Sliding out of the bed and going to the closet, Cael grabbed a pair of boxers from his side and slid them on before putting on a pair of form fitting jeans. He didn't bother with a shirt as he walked into the kitchen, still rubbing the feeling of sleep out of his eyes. "Morning," he said to Marshall, coming over to give the man a hug from behind while he was cooking. The smell of the food hit his nose now that he was so close and the foreign feeling of his stomach growling hit him. "Well I guess that means it smells good."