Eddie wakes up stiff the next morning -- no, not like that, mostly in his back. He'll be forty next year and the human back is a scam that doesn't last nearly as long as it should. Without opening his eyes, he shifts a little -- trying and failing to find a more comfortable position.

That earns a frown, a grumble that mostly comes out of his nose, and a sigh. Then Eddie opens his eyes...

...and all of a sudden remembers that he never made it to bed last night. Because here he is, waking up draped all over the settee... and Angel.

A blush spreads across his face. He gives a little cough. "Uh... good morning."