His bed is shifting. At least that's what it feels like when Dave stretches, what with Maxxie's head pillowed on his chest as it his and his arm flung across him. He doesn't think of it as Dave moving, still too close to sleep for his brain to be functioning in any good way. It's not until he feels someone playing with his hair that he really realizes he's not alone.

Maxxie lifts his head suddenly, groggy and confused, and stares at his bed partner with bleary eyes.

Oh, right. Dave.

Memories come flooding back to him right on cue. He blinks and smiles sleepily.

"Morning."