Rorke was getting older, that much was clear. Though that didn't stop him from getting pissed off when it was pointed out.

Poor man was always a bit tired and ready to take a nap, most of the time you'd join him of course.

Even though he'd slowed down you were still bouncing around and often had to shake him awake for whatever reason, like now.

He groaned and grumbled as he stirred awake, not enjoying the sudden ruckus. "Sugar, what the hell are you wakin me up for?" He tried to keep his voice gentle but he was not happy.