He would slowly wake up, having some comfy shorts on and nothing else, sitting up as he was about to go find you, but then you walked in… Two big plate of breakfast you made just now in hand as you had decided to make him breakfast in bed. His face lit up, wanting to cry from how sweet you were. “You didn’t have to go and do all this, birdy! But- thank you so much..” He said with a bright, silly little smile, as he didn’t have nice things done for him often.