"I thought so." He grins a little. Honestly he finds himself smiling a lot more knowing that Matt can't see it. Schooling his expressions comes second nature to him now, but it's a relief knowing he doesn't have to.

Or maybe, with Matt, it's that he doesn't want to. Fuck.

He hums appreciatively when Matt kisses his neck, heart thumping a little faster in his chest. Those lips pressing softly against the bruises he left there the night before might be the best damn thing he's ever felt. He's almost disappointed when it comes time to actually sit down and eat.

But he does, going for the fruit first just because it's better fresh, and he wants to save the best for last. The best being the bacon, obviously. It'll remind him of breakfasts back home.

"Yeah." The truth is, he hardly takes days off. He probably works too much, but it's a good distraction.