Martin wrinkles his nose at the question, his eyes narrowing into a dubious squint, not that it's visible with him curled up like this. "'m wide awake," he protests. "Dunno what you're on about."

He could just fall asleep, though, and he has little motive to rouse himself at this point. And it's barely even dark out. Christ, this is embarrassing. He burrows in closer against John's chest and groans softly before he mumbles, "Would it be absolutely pathetic if I was?"