Phil snores really heavily. Heavily enough that when you wake up before he does, you see a chance to make sure that um, your man is yours alone, so to say.

With every honk and loud inhale of his snores, you sneak across to his side, his sounds overlaying the creaking of the bedframe as you shift your weight over him, and grab his phone from the dresser as quick as you can.

Victorious, you grin and go back to your own side, only to frown again when his lockscreen is pattern and face recog protected. You try every pattern possible; a swirl, the letter P, the letter G, S, nothing works. And face recog definitely won't work unless the person's eyes are open, so you're sort of stuck. Then he taps on your shoulder.

"Aha, tryna.. uncover ma secrets, aincha, sugar?" he drawls with a sleepy grin, and snatches his phone out of your hand. You huff, and cross your arms. Surprisingly, he only takes the phone to place it in front of his face, which does the face recog, then hands it back to you, now unlocked.