The warm smell of toasts and scrambled eggs were the first thing that woke Tristan up.
Hesitantly, he opened his eyes and stared silently ahead before a voice interrupted his trance-like moment.
"Hey, it's morning". Trevor said softly and gently moved the covers down his torso.
Tristan frowned at the familiar and yet strange voice. Like a velvety and smooth honey, it was gentle but also got him alarmed.
Turning sharply to his side, he was startled to see Trevor staring at him with a smile.
"You were very worn out, so I let you sleep a lot longer but you should be hungry too". He informed him leisurely and brought the tray of food in front of him.
Tristan watched in a dazed silence, although his memory wasn't serving properly he can vaguely remember how his scent filled his lungs when he had helped into the car.
"Eat this". Trevor said like he was talking to a child.
Tristan nodded but his hand hovered above the food for a few seconds before it dropped on his leg again.
