Kinn still remembers very distinctly waking up without Porsche. He couldn't say waking up alone as most of his nights actually were with Riley (In the most platonic, brotherly way possible.) It wasn't the same, though. Here, he spooned his boyfriend, one hand snugged in between Porsche's legs as they slept as one lump in the bed instead of two distinctive ones.

He woke up first, as he usually did, still fuzzy from sleep and relaxed as he took in Porsche's scent. By now, he didn't have the city scent of Bangkok on him anymore (and Kinn could tell, thank you!) He decided another distinctive scent should be on him, though and Kinn moves his head slowly, tracing the shell of Porsche's ear with his nose as he breathed softly across it.