Out cold. He figured if Wash had the time he'd curl up in a nest and just pass out like he used to on the MOI. Neither of them have really ever been in a place where it was safe to do that for the past couple of years, though. He's not surprised.

QUiet as he can manage (which is pretty damn) he closes the door behind him and sets the tray on the nightstand before reaching out to smooth the hair away from David's eyes. "Hey. Have a good lazy morning?"