"morningggg..."

rocket hears a familiar voice and shifts slightly in his sleep

"mmmnnh..."

"rockstar, get up," you say, shaking him awake. you can see the metal plates in his back and have the urge to gently trace them, but you don't do it.

"do i have to...?"

"yes, rockstar."

he groans and sits up, looking at you

"morning, sunshine."