It was rare— almost unheard of, for Ben to sleep through someone moving about so close to him, let alone touching him. With her at his side, however, his mind and body relaxed more than it had in so long, allowing for a deep and restful sleep unlike any he'd had in years. So, at the soft press of her lips, at she shifting of the sheets around him, or even at the murmur of her voice, he didn't jolt awake. Instead, he tucked his face further into the pillows, his arm around her waist, seeking out the comfort of her warmth.

"Hnngh," he finally murmured, slurring through the haze of sleep. He cracked open an eye, and for a brief moment, a confused frown creased his brow, before the events of night before finally trickled back into his consciousness.

"Hey," he breathed, one corner of his mouth lifting in a sleepy smile.