Hunter was awake before the sun was.

He normally was, hardwired to wake up to the littlest things ㅡ a twitch, a sigh, a bird calling a little too loud. A blessing and a curse, given that he has little reason to be up so early anymore. He's allowed to rest now.

It felt strange still, being on Pabu after everything ㅡ on the more difficult days, he had trouble accepting that this was as truly safe as they could be with the state of the galaxy. And that this far out, it was increasingly unlikely that the Empire would stretch out this far any time soon.

He still worried, though.

Worry that was soothed by the other occupant of his bed, shared blankets and soft space made domestic for the tangle of limbs ㅡ and the one still asleep. His eyes roamed their face, over their cheeks, down to the plush of their lips. He debated, weighed his options, then leaned in to kiss them gently.

"Wake up, sleepy head."