Day is not a person who has lived with many people all his life.
Anyone who knows about his routines is his parents, the maids plus the butler. A maximum of five people, and that's it.
His feet are silent as he descends the stairs, more seduced by the delicious smell of a promise of a full stomach than the cook, who has his back to him as he moves around the open kitchen.
It looks like he cleaned, because it doesn't look like the mess it was when he arrived.
Day's routines, likes, and whatever he likes eating are all private information, only accessible to those closest to him. And yet, here he is, presented by his favorite breakfast, nutrient evenly balanced, and it's even placed in the kind of bowls he prefers.
Everything is put in place, exactly how he would wake up at home and have his breakfast.
Only, this is the beast that almost shredded him to pieces hours ago, and now he is making him breakfast.
