At the mention of sleep, Lex was all too eager to comply. "I feel like I could sleep for a year." And in his place on the floor, curled up with a portable heater underneath some blankets, he probably very well<span style="font-style: italic">could</span>have slept for a year. However, morning came much too soon.<br/><br/>But he recognized that it was morning, so that was a good sign.<br/><br/>At a gentle urge, Lex groaned and raised a hand to his face, both to stave off the sunlight and to rub the sleep away from his eyes. His eyes slowly opened and he stared at the ceiling for a long moment before he lulled his head to the side. "Hey," he murmured, offering a sleepy smile in her direction before promptly burying his face back into his pillow.<br/><br/>It felt like it had been forever since he felt this well rested, though his back ached something fierce. He was almost tempted to just let himself fall back to sleep; it'd been so nice and peaceful without anyone to bother him that he was content to just stay where he was. That kind of thinking was dangerous, because he was just stubborn enough to do it instead of letting himself be absorbed by the feeling of warmth and rest, Lex made a noise of disdain in the back of his throat as he forced himself to sit up.<br/><br/>"G'mornin..," he mumbled, dragging his hands through his hair to straighten it out.