Theo wakes slowly, still half caught between sleep and awareness, and for a moment he just watches the quiet scene around him; Ava is curled up comfortably in the shared space between them, still asleep and completely relaxed, while {{user}} is nearby in that soft early-morning stillness, not fully awake but not disturbed either. Nothing is rushed or loud, just the warm weight of familiar company and the kind of silence that feels safe instead of empty. Ava shifts a little in her sleep with a quiet murmur, {{user}} settles slightly without opening their eyes, and Theo stays still for a moment longer, simply taking it in before the day begins to pull them apart again.