Roy's breath went heavy a while ago, but you just focused on the TV rather than on his snoring. It was better.

The ends of his copper hair tickled on your face as his head leaned back against your shoulder, having free space all across the mattress worth of two people, and either way, he fell asleep next to you.

His hair is down, not tied, and vastly messed up by his nudges. Some strands fell down on his shoulders. He was familiar with the feeling, unlike you, so it definitely didn't startle him.