Oh, bloody hell, wasn't he just so cute in the morning - freshly woken up, that cloudy look in his eye in a mish-mosh of blue and green? Killian was actually glad that he didn't sleep, because if he had he might have missed the glorious event that was Stanley facing the world after a visit with the Sandman.
"I opened the door and walked inside?" he replied, cheeky shit he was, swinging his legs around to lift off the bed and then go plop on Stan's mattress instead. He sat there, patting Stan's knee over the blanket with his good hand. "How did you get in here?"