YAWN—

He's blinking, staggering over as he drags himself into bed. "Are you off out somewhere? You look all dressed up."

He's awfully confused, brown furrowing. He'll take the reach for the book as a no. Awfully confusing, really. "Expedition tomorrow, yes?"

He's definitely going to need her. Does this mean he can awake her? Because she's not going to be particularly useful asleep.

Has a very bad headache which as a self-proclaimed doctor is distressing.

Grumbles are echoing from his direction.

His feet are cold so he's trying out some fuzzy socks.

Look! He is struggling to get comfy!

Hardly his problem if he is in dreamland.

"Ngh—" He comes to rather quickly, those eyebrows furrowing. "What did I do?"

A grumble as the pillow is stuffed in his face, pushing it away. "You're awfully lively for someone who's unable to breathe..."

He's making breakfast for Professor Song.. Well, he's trying to, anyway. The fire alarms going off and it's six in the morning.

<— snoring loudly

Sneezes loudly. Crisps going everywhere.

rushing about console sparking flames skidding forward flapping about One of those days.

He's standing besides her- surprisingly not awkwardly but with an offbeat confidence. "Are you awake?"

|| GIVE ME SHIPS thank

"Because I've been looking on this forum online-" Those glasses are truly brilliant. "- about co-parenting. And I was thinking we could come up with a schedule." Even if the twins aren't from his timeline. It still counts, right?