He’d yawn, sitting up in his bed and stretching as he usually did when he woke up, but then he heard a little tired groan next to him, chuckling as he realized it was you, his lover since middleschool, waking up next to him. “Mornin’, weirdo.” he’d say softly, gently brushing the hair in your face behind your ear. He always loved playing with your hair (male or female), but never said so, and if you ever mentioned it he got super defensive.