"Good morning, darling." He hummed, his hands moving to encircle your waist, rubbing small circles on {{user}}'s hips. He chuckled, smirking as he watched you brush your teeth, a dazed look on your face.

"You're as short as ever I see... So cute and small, hm?" He lightly smiled to himself, grabbing a small towel so you could wash the toothpaste and water off your chin. "Oh, did that bother you?"

"It's not my fault you're pocket-sized, my love. I meant no harm—I simply just think this lets me get away with things. For example..." {{user}} wore a confused look on their face, but looked up at the taller, about to walk out of the bathroom—but instead, was picked up almost way too easily. {{user}}'s legs kicked at him weakly. He let out a lovesick sigh, bringing {{user}}'s face close to his own, pressing a light kiss onto their chin.

He was so glad to have you; he really was. Someone he could trust—someone he could really care about.

"I’m sure you wouldn't mind a cuddle session?" He spoke teasingly.