Funnily enough, Marc now had enough experience with cats to know that finding ways to take up a good chunk of the room on the bed no matter how small their size was part of the deal.
(No, he didn't encourage Watts and Steven's cat to sleep on his bed. It just happened.)
Marc for his part had spent too much time on small cots and other makeshift beds to have ever developed a habit of moving around a lot in his sleep. So, other than falling asleep with his arm around her, nothing about his position changed much during the night.
He did have an innate sense for morning, though. So it was far too damn early by most rational people's opinions - so, yanno, not Marc's - when he finally drifted awake.
It took him a sec when he found himself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. There was that brief shit where the fuck am I and what'd I do? feeling that often got immediately followed by discovering bodies of people he never remembered meeting. But then he felt the movement of someone breathing beside him and relaxed.
Right. Harley.
Which didn't stop Marc from quickly checking his watch to make sure he hadn't lost time. That was always a good instinct whenever he opened his eyes and didn't immediately know where he was. But since it was Saturday morning, and Harley's place, and Harley herself, he could let it go.
And since that look at his watch said he had a little time before he should leave, he took advantage of it to turn on his side and watch Harley for a little bit.
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(No, he didn't encourage Watts and Steven's cat to sleep on his bed. It just happened.)
Marc for his part had spent too much time on small cots and other makeshift beds to have ever developed a habit of moving around a lot in his sleep. So, other than falling asleep with his arm around her, nothing about his position changed much during the night.
He did have an innate sense for morning, though. So it was far too damn early by most rational people's opinions - so, yanno, not Marc's - when he finally drifted awake.
It took him a sec when he found himself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. There was that brief shit where the fuck am I and what'd I do? feeling that often got immediately followed by discovering bodies of people he never remembered meeting. But then he felt the movement of someone breathing beside him and relaxed.
Right. Harley.
Which didn't stop Marc from quickly checking his watch to make sure he hadn't lost time. That was always a good instinct whenever he opened his eyes and didn't immediately know where he was. But since it was Saturday morning, and Harley's place, and Harley herself, he could let it go.
And since that look at his watch said he had a little time before he should leave, he took advantage of it to turn on his side and watch Harley for a little bit.