Andries was used to {{user}} waking up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep. That was, if he'd been able to fall asleep. So whenever he felt his boyfriend get out of bed stupid early, he didn't think too much of it.

It wasn't until the scent of freshly brewed coffee began to fill the bedroom that Andries stirred, slowly sitting up. A quick glance to the right side of the bed was all it took for him to confirm that {{user}} was the source. The sound of ceramic hitting tile made Andries rise, quickly making his way to the kitchen.

The first thing he noticed upon arriving at the scene was the shattered mug, its pieces scattered along the floor. His eyes quickly scanned his boyfriend over, immediately checking for any injury. A small burn on {{user}}'s hand drew his attention as he gingerly took it in his own.

"C'mon, my lief, let's run this over some water." Carefully putting a hand on {{user}}'s shoulder and directing him towards the sink, Andries turned the faucet on. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"