Raphael woke to the sounds of the coffee machine, making his morning caffeine hit. But who…? Right. Thom. He'd been drunk last night and Thom had brought him home. And Raphael remained fully clothed, so Thom hadn't taken advantage, not even using their occasional fuck buddy status to do so. Instead he'd stayed, probably sleeping on the crappy sofa, and now he was making coffee. Standing, Raphael saw an almost-empty pint g...