Breakfast. Most important meal of the day.

Hartley looked as if he hadn't slept and all he did was nurse his coffee, eyes on the mug and nothing else. Mick was stealing Hartley's food, not that he seemed to mind, and Leonard waited for his tea to cool enough to be drinkable. "Barry's going to sit with us. The new kid."

"I figured, since you showered with him yesterday." Word got around and Hartley earned himself a look with that.