Though Rayner was the one who began his uninterrupted sleep first, chances were he'd still be last to wake. Celeste had a long day behind her. He had a long two weeks that had steadily waged a war of attrition on his sleep and state and worn him down. It was the kind of thing Rayner had become good at dealing with because he'd had to far more often than one should have to, but even that usually served him more to keep him functioning in less than ideal conditions for short bursts of time, to not wear out before he'd done what had to be. Simply living on too little sleep day after day was another matter entirely, and his body and mind took to the rest like a drying fish to the water.<br/><br/>It'd be late into the morning, if not into the afternoon, by the time he came to. Normally, when not working on exhaustively little sleep he managed to wake fairly quickly. It was always a useful thing to be able to do when you were had to sleep in potentially risky places now and again. But after that much sleep, he stirred slowly first, making an objecting sound to the light seeping through the curtains, even though it had long since been there, and then stirred to raise his arm against it, peeking through slits at the light. Slowly it dawned on him that he was waking up, from a dreamless sleep. Recalling where he was and why took longer, as he rubbed sand from his eyes and slowly clenches his muscles and let them go, rousing his body from an overly long rest with him. Removing his arm, he let red, but no longer blood shot, eyes hang on the ceiling for a moment.<br/><br/>"...I don't even remember the last time I slept that well."<br/><br/>Or that long, or how he got to the bed from the bath tub for that matter.<br/><br/>That only left him to find Celeste. Which went much more nicely if she was still with him, or climbing back into bed by that point, so he could give her a gentle squeeze and a little kiss.<br/><br/>This was a nice way to wake up, for a change.