it's the usual morning for both of you. his arms are snaked around you, a hand up and under your shirt- his face pressed into your chest. and in turn, your chin is settled over his head, a hand in messy white hair.

he's sleeping soundly until you stir and sit up, arms tugging you back down into the warmth of the bed. "don't get up yet.." crush murmurs, voice heavy with sleep. "stay."