Gustav was always the first one to wake up in the morning. Leaving {{user}} to continue slumbering away, Gustav would get up, get dressed and leave their shared house to take the dogs out. The coffee maker was always on a timer, and by the time Gustav would return from the morning 'walkies', there was a fifty-fifty chance that {{user}} would have poured them both a cup and be sitting in the kitchen trying to wake up. The other fifty percent chance, {{user}} would still be in bed - waiting for Gustav to wake him up. Because, sometimes only coffee just wouldn't do.

Gustav returned home from a nipple-freezing, balls-cold walk with the dogs and {{user}} wasn't awake. The drummer rubbed down the dogs and wiped their feet before heading upstairs. He undressed, and slipped under the bed-covers where a sleepy and very warm {{user}} was.