Jon's answer to that is shift just enough to press a kiss into what skin he can reach at Martin's neck and collar, giving a soft 'hmph' like that showed Martin for disagreeing with his knowledge of layabout qualities. He eases into the touch and, for the first time in quite a while, finds it a little easier to just ignore everything and enjoy the peace of the moment.

"Fine, even though you could probably use it." He murmurs back, too muffled and soft to hold any of the weight he'd usually want. "Don't let me either." Which was more a 'don't leave if you do wake up before me,' which still felt hypocritical given everything.