This was an ideal way to fall asleep, Jon would have probably decided if his brain wasn't too fuzzy with the act of it. When he does wake up he doesn't move an inch, relishing in Martin's warmth against him and the fact his injuries didn't ache quite as much with painkillers and rest in his system. He wishes he was the type who could keep his brain off and enjoy the moment longer but yeah, that was never going to be him. He presses a kiss to Martin's temple before extracting himself carefully.

He considers breaking his word and letting Martin sleep longer but ultimately decides to do as he was asked. "Martin? It's nearly late afternoon." At least that was his guess from the light of the window. He gently jostles Martin's shoulder.