He is a light sleeper. Years in the army and his past had taught him to always stay alert, so the moment you pushed yourself off the bed, he was awake.

He listened to you walk around in the bathroom, waiting for your return… but it never came.

When you ventured downstairs with a groan of pain, he followed, his arms wrapping around your midsection as you took small sips of some water.

“Alright, love?” He questioned, his voice gruff and full of concern.