He smiled softly and kissed his fiancé on the forehead. He then went to get out clothes for Emile, later making him a small breakfast. After a while, just around 1:00, he softly woke him up.
Babe, it's 1, I gave you an hour and a half to get up, get dressed, and get there, so don't worry.
I was weeping as much for him as her; we do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
