He moves in that slow, tired way post-sleepers do. One elbow after the other, and then gently hauling himself back a little so he's propped up by the other arm of the couch. He's still a little groggy, never really been a morning person. Or a... middle of the night person.

"I'm fine," he says, and it's tired but honest. He's gotten used to those. The bigger thing is, "Sorry you had to see that."