He'd managed to go to the bar through the bathroom door - why was it always the bathroom door, anyway? It meant a short trip, though. He was glad to have a master bath off their bedroom.
The food boxes, embossed as they were with the Milliways logo, fit just perfectly on Kitt's nightstand while Kitt climbed into bed once more. He stretched out beside Michael, his arm wrapping around him, nuzzles given to Michael's cheek. "Good morning," he murmured, pressing little kisses to Michael's cheek.
That, he thought, was better than an alarm clock.