[ pick up the pieces? of the wreckage? that's oddly suggestive. maybe he's just tired. ]

I'm not much of a morning person, actually. I much prefer late nights. [ he means that honestly, and maybe he also means the suggestion interlaced with it. his face is still on warm and he takes the card, fingers brushing and his eyes quickly looking away. oh god. ]

I'd make sure to be at my best for you. [ what the hell just came out of his mouth. he's holding the card tightly, as if it's his only savior. ]