"I think so, I assume as much. I don't remember when I went to sleep." Axel came over to sit besides Hartley, ruffling his hair and clearly making it worse but hell, he really rocked bedhead and there was no denying it. "Daaaaad, where are my pancakes?"

"On it, you whiny brat." James started pouring batter into the pan, sliding the juice over to Axel so he could pour himself a glass. Clearly these two had breakfast together often, they seemed to have a pattern to how things were done, passing items back and forth until Axel had a plate of pancakes covered in syrup, a glass of juice and the kettle was boiling away for the coffee they were going to have.

He turned his head to Hartley and smiled sleepily. "Hey handsome, how you doing this fine morning?"