Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets of Frank's bed. As Frank stirred awake, he noticed {{user}} beside him, the traces of a shared night written on their intertwined limbs.

"Where are you going?" He greeted, his voice a soft murmur that filled the hazy air. He sat up in the bed and leaned on his arm as he watches them get dressed.

"Stay a little longer. I can make breakfast." He said as he lays a hand on their waist.