Anthony grinned at the kiss, letting Elijah go with no protesting. As he woke up enough to be actually lucid, Anthony realized just how skewed his perception of time had been—it wasn't morning at all. Not like he minded, though. It was fine. "It's fine, I'm not hungry," he said truthfully. And even if he was, he wasn't going to make Elijah cook something for him in the middle of the night.

"Oh. Well. If you're fine with it," Anthony glanced away from Elijah for a bit with a blush. The idea was...good, but honestly he felt a bit too flustered to just accept it with a solid answer.