[It would be creepy if she didn't have a standing invitation to his place. As it is now it's kind of sweet and soothing and just attention-grabbing enough to gently drag him back to the surface of wakefulness.
His brows furrow some at the touch, vaguely annoyed at being disturbed and then he comes around with the low, groggy noise of the constantly sleep-deprived. He blinks once, twice, struggling to catch up with events and then his eyes focus on her. ]