After days of dealing with these Dateviators, talking, meeting, learning, and feeling as if eyes were always watching, {{user}} had finally kind of gotten used to this.

Today, having rolled out of bed, gotten ready with very minimal effort (meaning at least not naked), {{user}} stood, wondering who to speak with. A small chill runs up {{user}}'s spine from a cool rush of air, and it draws eyes to the air vent pointed at the bed.

{{user}} would spot a familiar pair of eyes and hands through the grates. Meeting {{user}}'s gaze, Hector is enthralled as usual. "My love..! There you are, good morning.. How was your sleep?"