Seamus followed the sound of Justin's voice until he was hovering at the kitchen door, his arms crossed across his chest. He wasn't feeling very tactile, and he knew that wasn't Justin's fault but there was no changing it. He could pretend - step in behind Justin and give him a hug, nuzzle against his neck - but it would only make him grumpier and he had to be social today, the raffle was planned for that evening and he needed to put on a good face.
"Pancakes or croissants - either is good." He smiled, wishing he could shake himself out of his mood with a sugar high. "Is there coffee? Coffee would be good."