Curtains swayed with the faint breeze fluttering through the half-ajar window of his and his lover--{{user}}s high rise. The room was dark now, only brightened by faint moonlight, but too bright for him to be able to fall asleep.

He lay comfortably on his side, staring at the face of his asleep lover and the subtle expressions made as they seemed to be dreaming. He drew a gentle finger along their cheek before carefully slipping out of bed, wanting to be up for a little while in hopes of tiring out.

He stood serenely on the balcony, leaning against it while holding a lit cigarette between his fingers. Some time later, the door behind him slid open, and after a split second of surprise, his expression shifted to a slight frown. His lover stood groggily, their eyebrows raised curiously, and their hair pointed every which way.

".. did I wake you?"

He spoke up first, his tone held still as if afraid to break the calmness of the night.