Giles had just been in the middle of a very impressive sleep. He didn't remember what he was dreaming, but it had been pleasant.
Pleasant, that is, until he'd been jumped upon by his flatmate.
"The world is not ending, pillock," Giles grunted, half-rolling onto his back and considering if Ethan was worth the effort of punching him in the face. All in all he decided it wasn't, and just shrugged him off. "Go back to sleep, Ethan, and don't wake me again unless it is the real Apocalypse. And I'll know." He yanked the blanket over his head, then rolled it down and peered at Ethan over the edge. "Why did you jump on me?" he asked, because it had just occurred to him that Ethan was still perched on top of him.