[when he's done, he rests back against the headboard, glances sidelong at Steve, then Eddie, then rolls his eyes, counts to ten and shakes his head. ] I can wake you when I'm heading out.

[look, he even stretches an arm over to give Steve's shoulders a squeeze. his smile is not quite wolfish, but it is a little devious. ] We'll be quiet. Besides, I know I'd feel a lot better waking you up and knowing you didn't give yourself a magic concussion. Right, Munson?