"You're awake."
Opening his eyes to unfamiliar blankets already felt strange enough.
The mattress was different too. Firmer than what he was used to. The room quieter.
Most noticeable of all, though, was the scent surrounding him.
Clean fabric. Faint soap. Something colder underneath it all that smelled distinctly like Myles.
"Uh…" Blake rubbed at his eyes slowly, his voice still rough with sleep. "Seems early. What time is it?"
As his brain gradually caught up, he finally realized something else.
His head was resting directly on Myles' thighs.
Blake froze.
For a full two seconds, he simply stared upward blankly, still too half-asleep for panic to properly kick in.
Then it hit him all at once.
He jerked slightly, trying to sit upright immediately.
Before he could move far, a hand slid behind the back of his head.
Myles calmly pushed him back down.
"Sleep more," he said quietly. "It's six in the morning."
Blake stiffened instantly against him.
