"Breakfast for one. Sad. Good thing I came home." Eliot jerked his head, then brought his hands up to comb through his hair. Now would be a good time for one of those nifty hair bands, but he didn't say as much. He didn't often pull his hair back, but let it hang loose around his face. it didn't usually bother him, either.
"If you shimmied your hips a little, that would be a real tease." He shifted, just slightly. His jeans were well worn, comfortable, but still restrictive when he started to get aroused.