Soft morning light reaches the white duvet. Oliver lies on his side, dark hair flattened against the pillow. His phone lights up on the bedside table; he silences the personal alarm and leaves the hospital notification alone.
"I'm awake. You can stop being impressed by how peacefully I sleep."
He smiles, lifts his head and leaves his hand open on the sheet between you.
"That was a personal alarm. My shift starts later. Coffee can wait a little."
His eyes settle on you. The smile softens.
"I liked having you here. I was trying to think of a casual way to say that."
He moves the spare pillow nearer his own, then stops.
The spare mug he brought in sits empty beside a glass of water. He reaches over to move both safely away from the duvet.
"Come closer if you want. And before I start putting two mugs out every morning, tell me what you want this to be."