Marcus woke with the bitter realization that it was cold, and it was definitely even colder outside of the confines of his blankets. He snuggled his face further into his pillow, knowing that this bed was just a honeypot with no other purpose than to trap him in its warm embrace. Sure, he needed to get up eventually, but it was just<span style="font-style: italic">so warm.</span>At the sound of approaching footsteps, Marcus rolled his head up just enough to watch Blue coming back from the showers. He stretched languidly on the bed, kicking the blankets down just a little bit with his feet. He tested the air against his skin, much the way one would test the waters of a pool before stepping in, and decided that it was, in fact, fucking freezing.<br/><br/>"Morning," he greeted, though with his face half-buried in the pillow it came out as more of a muffled<span style="font-style: italic">'mrng'</span>. He groaned as he stretched and pushed himself to his elbows, bringing his hands up to rub the sleep from his eyes. His trance state lasted for some time, and he reached out to the nightstand on the table next to him to take a drink before he tried to speak again. The water felt good on his dry, cracked throat that had resulted from breathing in the bitterly cool air. After taking a long drink, he twisted the cap back on and replaced the bottle where it had been. Finally mustering up the determination to face the day, Marcus swung his legs off the side of the bed. Lex still slept more or less soundly next to him, half-curled around around a bottle of water. His eyes still fluttered, like he had just fallen asleep.<br/><br/>Putting his elbows on his knees and cradling his head in his hands, Marcus dragged his fingers back through his hair to try and comb away his bedhead. "Sleep well?" he asked, once he'd uncovered his face this time.