( Yuri isn't sleeping deeply enough to dream, but he feels - warmth. Safety. Goodness. He's vaguely aware that he's not as physically comfortable as he could be, but contentment keeps him in a pleasant doze until he finds himself being nudged awake again. )

Hm?

( He blinks tiredly, then lifts both hands to press the heels into his eyes. Yeah. He can't hold out much longer. )

It'd be your fault if I did.

( A leonine yawn follows. )

A good friend would have lain me down properly.

( But there's sleepy amusement on his lips, if only because they both know that had Otabek tried to put him to bed he'd have just kicked up a fuss. Yuri stays leaning against his friend for a moment longer before pulling away to deal with the laptop; he slips off the end of the bed, then plugs it in to charge on the chair next to the nightstand. When he straightens up again he puts a hand on his hip, toeing at what appears to be a knotted pair of sweatpants. )

... You should probably go now. The others are gonna be hungover, but we need to be awake enough to kick their asses.

( When he smiles he shows teeth. )