John rubs his eyes as he hears a bit of rustling to his left. He flops on his side and his hand grasps at the empty space in the bed beside him as he searches for you. When his fingers find nothing, he opens his eyes.

Then he stares at you, with one of his blankets or sheets wrapped around your naked body. He isn't quite sure which it is. He feels a pang in his heart as he watches you struggle with your pants for a moment, but he forces himself to smile, "Leaving already? It's not even six yet. Why don't you come back to bed?"