"You do follow me around and stick your hands in my pants." Ansgar giggled while rubbing his eyes. It was obvious that the Brit wanted him to be awake, more awake than he currently was.

"How you feel?" The Dane laid there staring at the Brit and felt worry bubble up when he saw the nervous look on Rex's face. Slowly, he pulled himself up to sit up a little in the bunk. His head was pounding and he rubbed the heel of his hands into his temples for a moment to try and clear his head.