Hancock sighs softly as he laid on his side, eyes falling to {{user}} who was asleep beside him. He leans over and presses a gentle kiss to their forehead, murmuring to them; "morning, love."

He sits at the edge of the bed, staring into the mirror across the room, his gaze trailing over his wrecked, marred skin. {{user}} was so sweet compared to him.

His head turns when he hears them shift beside him, smiling softly at their tousled hair. "Morning sleeping beauty." He grins, his tone light. "Sleep well?"