Letting out a breath, his gun hand sagged against the bed as he rubbed his eyes, glanced at Malcolm and turned his legs off the bed to tuck his gun back into its place.

"'Course. Sorry, I-" He wasn't sure it mattered. Taking another breath, he pushed up to his feet, one hand trying in vain to tame the wild salt and pepper hair and failing as he padded closer so they weren't being louder and risking waking Malcolm up. He needed all the sleep he could get.

"I had to barter him into leaving but he took his meds and there's jello for him to eat when he gets up. Didn't expect to have anyone walkin' in this mornin'." His affable nature meant he wasn't too bothered by it; this wasn't his house, after all, and Jessica and Malcolm had been doing this for years.