As always, he's grateful that Ned is so willing to stay close, isn't bothered by how excessively cuddly he can be. Other people might be bothered, he thinks, by the way he clings, but he's never had the opportunity to find out. But here Ned is, pressing close, brushing his hair out of his face, and he's calling him beautiful. He doesn't normally think of himself as a lucky person, but at the moment, he feels pretty damn lucky.

He can still barely speak, but he smiles a little at Ned's comment, kissing him softly before responding. "I'll always be amazed at hearing that from someone like you," he half-mumbles, his eyes sliding shut for a moment despite his best efforts to keep them open.

"If I stay right here, I'm gonna fall asleep," he says, an attempting at a warning to Ned that, if he wants him to get up, he'll have to make him get up right away. He doesn't feel inclined to get himself up, though, not when he's feeling so sleepy and so comfortable, running one hand down Ned's arm.