Draco sat up, since he'd been moved around anyway, shifting so he could rest his chin on the back of the couch and watch Charlie in the kitchen part of the flat. Bacon sounded very comforting, even if it meant a lack of petting. Charlie had switched to tickling anyway.
"I just realized," he said, after a moment. "When Merlin made me breakfast and then mysteriously had to put a suit on and go spend the day with my father they were probably shagging." Draco sighed and reached up to rub his face. "Merlin isn't allowed to ruin bacon for me."
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