Tommy liked the weekends, because they had nothing to do, and he really tried to do nothing. Going to that club had been the extent of his activities for the weekend. In fact, he'd rather starve than cook, but the smell of coffee had him waking up with a smile on his face.
"Coffee... food!" he said as he opened his eyes and gave Oliver the brightest smile. "Have I told you how much I love you? Because I do." He sat up and fixed the blankets on his lap before reaching for the tray. "I always thought that I needed to date or pay a maid to get this treatment. You should have told me that I only needed to room with you. I would have moved in with you after you got back," he teased.
He knew that most of the food came in form of powders and cans or frozen foods but it was better than gutting fish and cooking it on a grill. "How long have you been up?"