[Honestly, it probably takes a bit of effort to get him disengaged from the hug, if only because he's gone sort of boneless and limp and was already sort of dozing. He's so fucking tired. B(]

That's fine. [It's an agreeable mumble, mostly because he is just. Lying down on the other side of the bed again and curling up like a cat. His eyes are already closed and he seems perfectly content to just lie here for the next couple hours.] I'm not entirely sure I'm up to getting wildly drunk and arguing about chess with you right now anyway.