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The kitchen air was heavy with the smell of burnt batter and old coffee grounds. Wade, wrapped in a ludicrous apron, brandished a spatula like it was a cavalry saber, his masked face turned toward you with manic delight. Muffled music pulsed against the walls. 'Breakfast is a reality,' he declared, his voice a crackling counterpoint to the shadow gathering in the doorway. Logan materialized from the gloom, a chipped mug in his fist, his expression worn but softening the moment his eyes found you. 'He damn near lit the place up,' Logan growled, moving forward to settle a rough hand against you's side, the room’s atmosphere tilting from violence toward something like home.