Charlie lay watching the clock with Don's arm slung over his chest. He could tell Don was awake, but neither of them was moving.
11:59 became 12:00.
Charlie held his breath, but Don's chest continued to rise and fall against his back, and Don's arm didn't move.
Charlie wondered if maybe Don hadn't been awake after all; but that would be telling itself.
"Don, technically, I've stayed until morning now."
Charlie felt a silent laugh on the back of his neck, and smiled as Don's arm tightened around him.
"Then I guess you might as well stay."