Robin has not followed any kind of sane sleep schedule for a long time, but Vincent is an early riser. He's also much quicker to rise than his immortal friend, dragged to awareness as someone wiggles and shoves right behind him.

He pulls one of his arms up, intent on reaching around and telling his friend to shut up and stop kicking--but he stops when his hand hits what is clearly a warm body in front of him. He knows it's Robin, just from quickly patting his back and his stupid hair--so who in all of the Kingdoms of the Gods is behind him?

He sits up, suddenly, dragging some of the blankets with him. He squints down, even though it doesn't help him see any better than closing his eyes would.

"--What the fuck?"