It is uniquely disorienting, even if Yussa has centuries of experience both sleeping and trancing; he does the former infrequently enough that it still makes him incredibly groggy. Especially if he's fallen asleep out of exhaustion. His body wakes slowly as warm sunlight begins to fill the room. With windows on all sides, Yussa has both lovely sunrises and spectacular sunset views from his most private apartments.

He can feel the gentle pressure of Caleb's lips against his hair and the affectionate, comforting slide of his hand up and down his back. Yussa has lived in solitude for a long time; even when he takes lovers, he rarely indulges in this sort of intimacy. But with Caleb, it feels effortless. He takes a deep breath and tries to stifle a yawn as his mind rouses further. The very first shift of his body reminds him of the dull ache he feels from an evening well spent and he cannot help the quiet whine that escapes him. Gods, how has he found a partner that can give him so much? Who does so with a nearly unrivaled eagerness?

Slowly, Yussa opens his eyes. He peers up at Caleb and a tired smile tugs at his mouth. He has not forgotten the words exchanged between them, though other parts of the evening are fuzzy yet. Should he bring it up? Should he let it pass? Yussa doesn't want to give Caleb cause to retreat, but neither does he want him to slip away.

"Good morning," he murmurs at last, accent thick and voice soft.