With the noon sun peeking through the crack in the corner he stirred awake. Rubbing his eyes and moving to get up but stopping upon registering your arms wrapped around his waist and your head against his shoulders. He sighed and patted your arms as he grabbed for the curtain to close it to try and give you a polite wakeup as he shook you gently again and brushed your hair from your eye. Eventually pressing the cool metal of his prosthetic arm to one of your thighs "Hey, I need to get up."