[Trowa slowly opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling for a long moment. He didn't even need to look over, already feeling the warmth of the person beside him, snuggled up next to him. Quatre was there, like the usually was in the mornings.
This never got old, even after almost twenty years. There was something that Trowa liked about waking up next to his friend... his husband, knowing that despite his social issues, he was loved.
Gently he reached over to let his fingers run through Quatre's bangs so that he could look at his face, silently looking at all the points that he knew so well despite having changed slightly from when they were teens.
He didn't say anything until Quatre opened his eyes]
Good morning.
[Out] [As per usual Trowa started his day out exercising in the dome. He'd learned to start later than previously and there were usually people awake when he went for a run. He also spent time at the Defense Force or out in the dome]