"Running? You should be friends with Ronan. He likes early morning exercise too," he muttered, remembering how he'd trained a fair bit with Ronan whilst he was building up muscle mass and dealing with being newly-turned.
"Lazy, napping in the day," he murmured into the kiss, pulling back with reluctance. Kissing Patrick was like some sort of drug: highly addictive and pleasurable. Of course, just like a drug, nobody had warned him about the side-effects.
"Sleep it is. We'll go out in a while," he agreed, kissing Patrick once more before curling up next to him and trying to sleep.