It takes a minute to figure out how to maneuver around these too-comfortable pillows in a way that doesn't hurt, but he manages to carefully elbow his way into being a little less propped up. He's still more cushioned than he is ever used to being, in a way that might have made him feel a little trapped if he hadn't been swimming in painkillers, but he's at least closer to lying down now.

"Hope he's got embarrassing stories about his baby brother..." he mumbles to himself as he finishes getting settled.

He can't remember the last time he hadn't felt the urge to retreat to his music player before bed, but he can tell that the combination of an exhausting wound and these very good drugs are going to do the trick.