( Oh, he squeezes his eyes shut and makes a sound like a low growl; a bear unhappy at being woken early from hibernation. )

Because I was deeply asleep, ( he complains petulantly, scrunching his nose and fighting back an honest to God yawn, ) not concussed or just dozin' off. I was on my feet for twelve hours yesterday, and two-thirds of that was spent repairin' spinal tissue. Unless the station's burnin' down, I don't care what's goin' on out there, not for another five hours. It'll keep.

( So there. Cracking one eye, he drifts his hand back down to her hip, an embryonic gesture that could become a withdrawal, or something further, the loop of his arm around her waist. Leonard softens, letting his fingers trace curlicues on her blanket. )

That alright with you, Darlin'?