the morning after

Midas doesn't speak, not at first. Her grasp combing through his coat, he rises to meet it. Leaning in, shhh he's not simply letting her pet him. No, he's not, and he wouldn't admit to it even if that was the case. If anyone asked he was still well and truly asleep, though a grin played across his face. Again, deny, deny, deny. Deny, even though there's a stupid grin stretched over his face, tipping it into the golden morning light.

Not ready to wake up yet, though his eyes flicker open slowly. Midas blinked the sleep away, becoming acutely aware just how sore his entire body happened to be. Anywhere that wasn't compressed by world's best weighted blanket felt like it was ablaze. The traveling, the running, the seizure, all of it... yeah. It would probably be a while before he was quite right again. As he subtly stretched a leg, the man couldn't bite back a whimper. Shit. No. Eyes squeezed shut again. He hadn't woken Fuji, had he? No, he was pretending to be asleep again. Shhhhh.