It's a good thing that Vincent can't see. Had he opened his eyes, he may have caught an unfamiliar face and actually protested to some stranger getting into bed with him--but as it is, he doesn't bother looking, instead becoming impatient in his waning moments of consciousness and deciding to roll over rather than wait for someone to get comfortable.

But Robin thinks that's perfect. He waits, perched like a hawk on the edge of the bed, even leaning over to subtly lift up the blankets in Vincent's place--just to give Phalanx a little help.

He'll wait, just for a minute. He knows that too much chaos will wake Vincent up, and he doesn't want to chance it yet.