Wolfgang kisses his face, then his cheeks, then his nose, the tip of which they very gently bite for good measure. He's so cute sometimes, they can't help it. (He probably doesn't appreciate that choice of word.) “I am sorry I ambush you right when you wake up.” But now that he's up they should probably keep him up or he's going to be a mess at work. Staying in bed is maybe not conducive to that, but oh well. Their hand strokes his back the way they do often when he's upset, up with the pads of their fingers and down lightly with their short nails.