[Courferre week 2017, day 3, Light]
Combeferre might not be awake yet, but he still instinctually hides his face in his pillow. The sound of the curtains being thrown open makes him groan, but the daylight doesn’t reach him.
“Come on,” Courfeyrac chimes, walking up to the bed with bouncing steps. “I’m making breakfast.”
Combeferre mutters something that’s meant to be “ten more minutes”, but even to his own ears doesn’t sound anything like it.
Nevertheless, Courfeyrac replies immediately: “Well, maybe you shouldn’t have said ‘ten more pages’ last night.”
Combeferre groans and reaches out a hand without lifting up his head, making a grabbing motion in Courfeyrac’s general direction.
“No, no,” Courfeyrac laughs. “No pulling me back in bed again. It’s an out and about day! Look, the sun is shining.”
There is literally no one that Combeferre has ever loved the way he loves Courfeyrac. But that does not mean he understands him and Combeferre does not understand how someone that is capable of staying up until five in the morning on a random energy spike can be a morning person. To be fair Courfeyrac is also capable of going to bed at ten sharp because he is excited for tomorrow. Combeferre doesn’t really understand that either. He rolls onto his back and reluctantly opens his eyes. Courfeyrac is standing at the foot of the bed, smiling at him. Slowly blinking the sleep from his eyes, Combeferre smiles back. The sun is indeed shining.
“Breakfast and coffee ready when you are,” Courfeyrac chimes, blowing him a kiss before darting out of the room.
Combeferre sits up and glances at the window. The sun is shining out there too.