“I left you something hot in the kitchen,” Eli said around a spoon, not looking away from the TV. “Should probably go check on it before it boils over.” He waved him away dismissively. Cooper just rolled his eyes, unwilling to spar before caffeine, and made his way into the other room. Then froze, astounded. “Oliver?” Park was standing at the stove poaching eggs. He looked up and smiled. “Finally. I was beginning to worry El—” Cooper walked right up and hugged him.
