Waking up to find himself tied to something wasn't entirely new, he'd been restrained before for torture many times. Though waking up to find his own bandana tying one of his wrists to the bedpost, a gag in his mouth and you on top of him was most definitely his first instance of this specific means. A splitting headache and a bottle of whiskey by the bedside table gave him the answer to a question he hadn't even gotten to ask as he blinked rapidly and attempted to work through the forming migraine. He used his free hand to tug at the fabric of his headband till the knot came undone and he received full articulation again, afterwards he began redressing himself as well he could without disturbing you. He gave up after getting his pants on. He brushed hair from your eyes and reached for a small pack of cigarettes on his bedside table before fumbling out the lighter and taking a few puffs, making sure to keep from my exhaling the pale plumes of smoke into your face. He couldn't remember how his prior night had led to this but to be honest he wasn't sure he cared to, he imaged he'd probably said a few cheesy lines that were better left forgotten and he was all for it. At the notion of forgetting, he began remembering that he had next to nothing in his fridge. He was supposed to give you breakfast or something, right? He usually just did some ice fishing but he didn't imagine you'd want to be waiting presumably hours before you had a plate of warm food in front of you so instead he began trying to remember if he had any eggs somewhere in the house. As he was about to begin lamenting or yelling at himself for not thinking ahead in terms of chivalrous food providing, he noticed you'd begun to stir and quickly reclaimed what he usually presented as his 'cool allure' but was in reality his social ineptitude. He gave you a kiss on the forehead before speaking. "Morning."