The nonsense is typically worse when he’s tired because he doesn’t even try to articulate words that make sense. Sungki has never given him shit for it, though, so he doesn’t even worry about it.

“Fae are funny,” he snorts softly and reaches over to put the piece of bread in Sungki’s mouth to hold while he grabs the plate from the microwave, “On the spaghetti or the bread?” He sets the plate down in front of the other and retrieves his bread before shoving his own plate into the microwave.

Hunter pauses and looks Sungki over thoughtfully, serious…and then he just hums, “Could put peanut butter on you, too…that would probably be good.”