He may not be completely awake, but the sun trying to worm underneath his eyelids and the sound of his father's voice talking about them being naked was doing wonders for anything that would otherwise keep him groggy. Had he been at 100% (which he was getting to quickly), he would have asked why Tony would be dreaming of his dad. But he wasn't at 100%, his brain wasn't quite as quick as usual, and so it didn't come out.
At least, not from Justin.
"Did you hear that, Justin? Your boyfriend's been having dreams about me."
The part groan, part laugh low level earthquake intensified, and then Justin accepted he had to get up. It was a slow process, made difficult by the fact of the matter that it was still quite cool out, and he almost fell back into their makeshift bed when he got the first wave of cold air against his chest. The sunlight coming down, that would warm them up. And, besides—
"What time is it?"
The answer, a short but not impolite Just after nine, makes him feel a little better. They had a good sleep, at least. Or, well, Justin's was good. He couldn't feel any knots in his back or neck that would require some deep tissue massage work later.
But then again, he'd spent two years on a prison mattress.
"You sleep okay?" he manages, quiet in case his dad wants to take it and run with it elsewhere. And even though he's still slightly groggy, he's pulling on his clothes as quickly as he can, leaving his glasses until after he's gotten his top on.
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At least, not from Justin.
"Did you hear that, Justin? Your boyfriend's been having dreams about me."
The part groan, part laugh low level earthquake intensified, and then Justin accepted he had to get up. It was a slow process, made difficult by the fact of the matter that it was still quite cool out, and he almost fell back into their makeshift bed when he got the first wave of cold air against his chest. The sunlight coming down, that would warm them up. And, besides—
"What time is it?"
The answer, a short but not impolite Just after nine, makes him feel a little better. They had a good sleep, at least. Or, well, Justin's was good. He couldn't feel any knots in his back or neck that would require some deep tissue massage work later.
But then again, he'd spent two years on a prison mattress.
"You sleep okay?" he manages, quiet in case his dad wants to take it and run with it elsewhere. And even though he's still slightly groggy, he's pulling on his clothes as quickly as he can, leaving his glasses until after he's gotten his top on.