It was just that sort of morning. The snuggly sort. The clingy sort, even, where there were things to get up and out of bed for, but Zack had zero to no inclination to really get up to do any of them in any sort of hurry. The dust was starting to settle, perhaps, after the madness of last week on into the weekend, but until things were back to the norm, damn it, he was going to make use of lazy mornings to the full extent of his ability.

"We don't really have to get up today, right?"

Snuggling. It's what's for breakfast.

[For that girl wot lives thar!]