Butterflies in cocoons

Erik was looking forward to his plate of hash browns and eggs. He leaned his arms on the table, his head settled on them. Not the best table manners, but he'd never been raised to be fancy. He looked up at Lou with a smile. "Better," he said, turning and covering his yawn. He was trying not to worry too much about the weeks and months that lie ahead. Right now, he was enjoying his company. Even though he'd known Lou for a while, this was new territory for him.
 

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