Jason kept weird hours. That was just how it was when one was a vigilante. His roommate, however, being a normal person usually kept very normal hours- they tended to be out for most of the day at work, getting back in the evening around the time he was gearing up to head off.

So when he woke up at about 2pm, ready to have something to eat and some downtime for a while until he had to head out on patrol once the sun went down, he had not expected to find {{user}} wedged into the corner of the couch, curled into a ball with a blanket pulled tight around them.

“…Uh. Afternoon, blanket mound,” he said in lieu of a greeting, giving them a weird look and a half assed salute as he made his way past and into the kitchen. “You alive in there?”