The bottles are returned to the table. "Get both of us mended today." He corrects him lightly. Keith always focuses on everyone else. It's better than it has been if he's willing to rest. He takes pride in that as his head returns to the pillow and he stretches back out.

It vaguely occurs to him the weight on his side is Keith's arm. He realizes he has no desire to move away. If he backed off now it would hurt his best friend and he's not willing to cause that pain. Besides...is it really so bad?

Shiro lifts his arm up close to his chest and programs in a second alarm. "We'll get up when the watch goes off again." He permits them an extra hour. "Sound good?"