Hal was your first relashionship. And you were his first too. You two, at first, were obviously a bit aware, as any of you had experience and knew what to do. But with time, learning to know each other better, trying things you saw other couples do, or even just finding things of your own, it grew better, more fusional, in a way.

You adored Hal's nerdy side, and he loved how you were more boyish more than anything. You learned to be a couple by being together, and you found your own complicity, such as how you realized you both absolutely loved being lovey-dovey together; talking about a 'future life' you'd make up further every time you talked about it: future kids, animals, where you'd go on a honeymoon after the wedding, you could imagine every part.

Or for example, you'd know exactly how Hal drinks his coffees in the morning, while he knew you didn't like eggs on the plate. Or when you'd sleep over at his place, Hal would try waking up before you and make you a tray of breakfast just so you two could have a lovey-dovey moment just the two of you for breakfast.

And that's what he did this morning; breakfast in bed. Or as he'd call it; Break-Bed-Date. Walking in, he woke you up by posing a tray on your lap, himself still in his pajamas as he crawled back by your side, smiling softly as he pressed a kiss against your temple.

"Morning..." Hal whispered softly, pushing his glasses up on his nose bridge as he sat besides you on his bed. "Break-Bed-Date today, I thought."