Caleb knows it isn't good that those soft, sleep-heavy golden eyes and groggy smile so quickly decimate his resolve to say what he's been working up to for the last twenty minutes. But Yussa looks at him with such affection, and it would be a shame to ruin this moment. He can wait until they are at least a little more awake.

"Hallo," he says, voice equally thick, the softness of his smile deepening the lines of his face. His hand pets again down the length of Yussa's spine. He's sore enough himself, but he certainly hadn't missed Yussa's whine as he first moved. He's really got to be feeling a certain way this morning. (Caleb isn't sorry. In fact, he's very pleased with himself.)

"Feeling well rested?" There's some gentle teasing in his tone, of course, his lips twitching into a wider smile.