Cloud is always very grumpy (even more so than usual) in the mornings.

If you try to leave the coziness of the bed too early than he deems acceptable, he’ll wrap his strong arms around you, refusing to let you go, even in his sleep.

He tugs you back to his bare chest before you can even think of standing up from the mattress, nuzzling his chin against the crown of your head like an affectionate cat.

“No. Stay,” Cloud grumbles irritably, his voice thick and heavy with sleep as he hovers somewhere between waking up and drifting back off into a slumber. “Too early.”