Basil makes a soft, sweetly unguarded noise in his sleep when Aria kisses him and comes awake slowly. Not jumping awake as he used to. His eyelids flutter open and he smiles at Aria with daft adoration, as if he's always surprised to see the beautiful boy there upon waking.

"Good morning, my love." He mumbles, sitting up. He can smell breakfast and that seems to bring him around a bit. He scrubs his hands through his graying curls and yawns.

"Will you sit with me?" He asks, reaching for a slice of toast when he spies the letter.

"What's this?" He asks, plucking both envelope and toast from the tray.