Ughhhhh.

[ He almost protests that he would've just gotten caught without Fabian -- but then he catches that expression, and doesn't have the heart to push back. They're both in one piece, more or less, they both succeeded in what they had set out to do, and aside from the aches and pains, it's clear that neither of them are feeling so wretched that they have to be seriously worried. At least for the two of them, it's a win.

It doesn't stop him from pushing his face into his pillow and groaning about it anyway. ] Not the sidewalk. The hospital, [ he corrects him, voice muffled. ] Which would be much easier to clean.

[ He does finally get up though, slapping his cheeks with both hands (ow, ow, why did he do that, ow) and shaking his head awake, ears slowly flapping open to their typical position instead of pinned to the side of his head as they were. He disentangles himself from the covers, grimacing down at the state of his clothes. ]

I'm getting up, I'm getting up. [ He rubs at one eye. ] That was sweet of Gorgug. He didn't have to do all that. He must be exhausted too. It's not like he got any more sleep than we did. Less, actually.

[ That's Gorgug, though. He's a sweetie. ]