Morning... [He mumbles and smiles as he feels the bed dip and the hand over his cheek. He feels kiss against his hair, and he lets out a huff. It's... nice. It's warm and slow, and almost lazy. It reminds him of lazy mornings in his apartment and days of skipping out on class. He turns over and finally looks up at the other man. He's still a little groggy, but he's fine. ]

Then why aren't you in bed yet?

[His hand tangles in long hair before it slides down and strokes his cheek. Come lay down and take a moment, Gladio.]