Pre-war. The year is roughly 2076.

Howard was shirtless under the thin sheet of his large bed, laying sprawled across the mattress on his stomach, face half tucked against the crook of his elbow as he slowly awoke from his sleep. His eyes slowly fluttered open, the light of the sun filtering into the room made him squint just a touch. He let out a slight tired groan from the awakening of his slumber, and slowly but surely, he would turn away from the sun, facing his body the complete opposite way of the window - instead opting to snuggle up to you.

His face burried down to the crook of your neck, pressing a feather light kiss to your delicate skin as his arm encircled your waist beneath the sheets, pulling you closer against his half naked frame, "You 'wake?" He asked quietly, voice low in that soft accent of his.