Good boy. He was a good boy. Of course he came not long after that, he hadn't been praised like that since his parents had died. And even then, his memories of it were weak and absent. He hadn't been called good at anything in forever. Useless, idiot, asshole, punk and bastard were the preferred terms when people referred to him.

He held himself against Jonathan for a moment, pretending it was to steady himself but really, he just wanted to be close to him for a moment. He was breathing heavily as he pressed his forehead against Jonathan's shoulder. "Do we have to have sex before breakfast every day?"