There are worse ways to get moved around, Matt thinks. If Frank isn't careful, Matt's going to start expecting to be carried around everywhere in his apartment. The thought makes the corner of his mouth turn up and he rolls over, pressing into Frank's side, nose to Frank's neck. For a moment, Matt thinks he's wide awake but the fatigue settles in quickly. So he just hums and shrugs.

"At least until eight." He does, after all, have to finish reviewing the documents that got abandoned the night before and get ready for his meeting. "Nine, latest."