This is an easy sleep. Best sleep Matt's had without the help of painkillers or sure exhaustion in ages. He hums as he stretches, the shaking doing the job. But Frank's voice is a nice way to get him to crack his eyes open. Even if he doesn't actually need to see.

"Hi," he says, sounding pleased and sleepy and well rested. He's about to reach over to just touch Frank when he pauses, feeling how warm it is, listening to the sounds on the streets. Sitting up, Matt presses his hand on his clock and nearly groans when the voice tells him it's eleven-fifty-one. Maybe he should've set an alarm.

"I need a shower. Do I need a shower?"