"Good," says Barry softly, picking up the tray to set it on the bedside table. His mouth will be disgusting in the morning after all this food, but Barry can't bring himself to leave the bed now that he's full and content with Derek beside him. Barry shifts lower until he's horizontal on the sheets, pushing closer to Derek's warmth.

"Then let's sleep," he says. "The sooner we do, the sooner waffles happen." Barry brushes his nose against Derek's shoulder, his arms feeling oddly empty. "Can I be big spoon?"