He's so fucking tired, but damn, the day is just a little better when he's coming home to this. Home is, of course, now a stretch. A walk across the lawn. Every morning the same, Lev wakes up, showers, dresses, and goes next door to the manor. It's like clockwork now. Coffee is made, Claritin taken. It barely kicks in when he feels the sneezes start to come on. If he hasn't been found by then, Lev goes looking. Today, he finds him out back on the patio. Coffee in hand, he doesn't bother to glance around before letting himself out. "Morning, guy." He's quiet, voice still raspy from disuse. Coffee sat down on the table, he glances over the over sized adirondack chair before giving him a gentle nudge. "Comin' in," he declares through a yawn.
That's all the warning he'd receive before settling down into the chair with him. A tight squeeze, but comfortable nonetheless. Scrunching his nose for just a second, he lets out a breath. "You know, there's a real lonely patio set sitting on my back deck."
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