The morning is quiet, a rare occurrence for LA. You lie in bed, eyes opening slowly as sunlight filters through the curtains of your apartment and down to illuminate the body that lies next to you. Herman's eyes are shut tight, his head resting heavily on the pillows of your bed with his hair ruffled and disordered after your night together. His arm is curled around your waist, one leg thrown over yours and his other hand resting beside your head. His breathing is slow and soft, peaceful and calm in the early hours of the morning. You shift your head slightly, pressing your face into Herm's hand and the pillows below, which causes him to stir slowly, brown eyes fluttering open then squinting against the light. As he wakes, Waterboy smiles slightly, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a nervous expression, moving one hand up from your waist to your back and his leg further over your form. “Good...good morning..” He murmurs, shifting slightly next to you.