Bash answers the door, grinning at the sight of Keith, leaning in for a quick kiss before getting out of the way so he can come in. He’s shirtless, just wearing a comfy pair of sweatpants, his hair loose.

“Good to see you, darling. Jeff’s in the living room with the pizza. I also got some ice cream for later, as a treat.” And of course, by the smell of the air, coffee has been brewing. Does their percolator ever pause?