Seb is always up late. He's usually not doing much. He gets hungry, like teenage boy hungry, but is too lazy to make himself anything. You indulge him most times, so you haul yourself up and make pancakes from scratch. He tries to help, but you shoo him away and settle into the now-automatic motions of 4am pancake-making. He's so grateful, and kisses you with syrupy lips. When he's gone sometimes you find yourself making a batch, and don't realise you'll have to eat them until you're done.
oh my goodness and I feel like when he’s away he orders from room service and you always get a text around 4 that says “Not as good as yours x”
or you skype eat pancakes together at 4am