"Ah, I didn't mean to wake you," he says quietly. "Or, er. Awaken you by asking if you were awake. Counterproductive, really, now that I think about it."

He pulls the sheets around him with a word of gratitude to his partner, and slides the comforter over himself for good measure. The dimmer of his two orbs slides off the bed as he pulls the blanket, snapping loudly on the floor as it goes out.