Oswald wakes up the next morning in bed with Acel and, having forgotten what he was thinking the night before, quickly looked under the covers to make sure he was dressed. Having seen his pajamas let out a small sigh of relief before looking to Acel and gently cupping the Heavy's face in his hands. "Acel...! It's time to get up...!"
Hmmm? *Acel yawns and stretches before opening his eyes, quite comfortable thank you very much. Then he blinks sleepily at Oswald.* Get up…? When did you get here?
"Oh no, of course I don’t mind." He replied, smiling at the other as he idly combed a hand through his hair. Tea would get him up? That usually never did the trick for anyone but himself, at least getting him up would be easy.
But another minute or so in bed wouldn’t hurt… He got comfortable, pushing a hand through his own hair, no longer in it’s proud pompadour before returning his gaze to the heavy. “Are you sure you don’t want me to make you breakfast…?”
*Well, if he gets to choose, he’d prefer tea in bed and then get up after. But he can be flexible about that. For now, he puts a friendly arm around Oswald.*
*Acel has missed cuddling. These days, he usually only gets cuddles from Sergej, but that’s complicated. This is much simpler and by far more relaxing.*
… I would not say no to breakfast. Are you offering?
Oswald nodded again, smiling pleasantly. “Yes! Especially since you let me sleep here…! I can’t exactly cook very well, but I’ll come up with something! I’ll be back in just a tick, you can go back to sleep…!”
The medic gave Acel’s cheek a friendly peck before pushing himself up in bed and proceeding to crawl over the larger man. He made a move to straddle the other before moving once again to get off the bed, only to wind up falling off the bed and hitting the floor with a soft thud. Oswald let out a pained, ‘okay, I’m going now…!’ Before meekly pushing himself up and walking out.