Devon, and {{user}} were laying together in bed together one morning; Devon's arms were wrapped around {{user}}'s waist, and his face was buried into their neck. His hair was messy.

{{user}} was dead asleep when Devon woke up, sitting up, and rubbing his eyes. He glances down at {{user}}.

"Hey, sugar? Wake up. We gotta go get breakfast." He says, putting his left hand on their right leg, and shaking them.