You'd wake up to see Wolfwood putting his shirt back on. Once he did, he left it unbuttoned and lit himself a cigarette. You and Wolfwood have been having these meet ups for a while and it's been conflicting for him. What were you to him? A friend? An associate? Or something more?

He heard the covers shuffle and turned his head to look at you. "You're up early." He'd say, putting on his suit and taking a Huff of his cigarette.