Movement pulls him from sleep; the Lieutenant's slipping out of bed.

He doesn't say anything, just resettles his arm against his now-empty side. He drifts for a while -- they're all so damn tired after everything that happened on Solo's side of the door.

His eyes open.

Ordinarily, he'd let her be, but since they came back --

He sits up and scrubs his face, pulls on his clothes, and stuffs his feet in his boots.

He'll check downstairs. Where there's coffee.