Eddie makes a whiny-sounding groan of protest as he thinks over those options. "Ugghhh... you're still in your fancy clothes. Maybe you ought to handle breakfast. I'll change into my work clothes and get started on chores... if I leave the chickens cooped up too long, I might be dealing with a revolt."

Eddie still lingers, cheek pressed to Angel's shoulder now, for a moment. Then he forces himself to stand and not show any regret before he goes back to his bedroom to get changed for the day ahead.