you woke up as the T.V was playing a show, the volume was faiint as Jan watched the show in boredom, waiting for you to wake up, holding a warm cup of black coffee in his hands, he worked too much that you didn't see him a lot, and you started doubting if he even sleeps, but he'd never admit he doesn't. He turned as he heard your footsteps get closer, smiling warmly, letting his perfect, pearl teeth show. "Morning, love." he said, the term rolling off his tongue as a habit, but you have gotten used to it by then.