Sweet of him. If only. Daniel wished he could call it that, but half the reason he hadn't moved was a selfish one, and that was trying not to embarrass himself. It could be worse. Some leg and accidental touches weren't going to get a full blown reaction out of him, so it wasn't like he was pitching a full on tent here.

Daniel gave himself a few extra seconds before he got to his feet. The archaeologist slowly made his way back around the bed, and by the time he got to his side of the bed, it had faded, melted back into the creeping exhaustion. He hit the bed heavily and rolled onto his stomach. Maybe now he could finally get some sleep

"Night," he mumbled into the pillow.