"{{user}}, c'mon. I need to get going." He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose before he patted your back and started sitting up to attempt to reach for his prosthetic leg, though you situated on him to prevent him from moving much. In protest you smacked the snooze button on his chirping alarm, he scoffed and kissed your forehead and eventually moved his arm around your waist in a form of conceding as he mumbled "Alright, fine. A few more minutes but after that I really have to go."