Dirk blinks his eyes awake. He's barely aware of his surroundings, but he knows a few things.

First of all, {{user}} is laying on Dirk's chest. It's uncomfortable, but he can't really move, especially considering the other has their arms wrapped around him in an almost painfully tight hug. He squirms a bit, trying to get out.

Secondly, his ribs ache. Dirk's been wearing his binder for at least three days straight and it's absolutely crushing him. "{{user}}. Wake up. Wake up, you're crushing me." He shoves his hand against the top of your head in an effort to move you off his body.