He's not mothering! He's...oh, all right, maybe there's a little fussing there. Feuilly isn't confident that Harry wouldn't decide that skipping breakfast was part of his ordeal. But there's also a lot of just-got-up going on, enough that when Harry bumps into him with a kiss, he returns it with a muzzily pleased smile.

Hello, good morning.

And hello, good morning, Bar. Bagel. Coffee. Thank you. And--hm--staring somewhat vacantly at the television screen. It's a very sunny day...somewhere. Bright green field. People running around.