Snorting, he grabs Sungki’s face and presses a dramatic kiss on his mouth before slipping away to get another to-go container to put half of the cinnamon rolls from that morning into. That and the container of spaghetti get slid into a bag so that it’s all together when Lavy and Dawnya are ready to go home.

Well. Their original homes.

Hunter considers their house - their house, too, in a way.

“Lavy loves you,” he murmurs.