She didn't have to look far. He emerged from his room when she called out to him. He had jeans on, but no shirt. Not like he had to try and hide his scars from her. She had seen them all before.
"Give me five minutes to finish getting dressed and shit, and we can go out and get breakfast somewhere." He liked the restaurants. It was a novel concept for them, and he really liked going, sitting down, and ordering while someone else fixed the meal and clean up after.