"Saved you some," was Teddy's greeting, mumbled a little sheepishly around a perfectly crisp slice of bacon that was maybe one more than his even share of half. Billy didn't need to know that. He sat on the floor in front of the couch, legs crossed under the coffee table where their breakfast tray sat, toast crumbs scattered across the glass, pitcher of coffee still full and just starting to cool next to scrambled and fried eggs, sausages, bacon and ham, cups of fruit and yogurt and little single-serve boxes of cereal. "I didn't know what you wanted, so..." Teddy tried to explain, twisting his hand then quickly tucking it away in his lap where the blanket he'd found was pooled. Where there wasn't breakfast, there was newspaper; sections scattered, some refolded carefully and others just pushed aside for the next for Teddy to turn to.