Diana noticed. She’d shifted as Thor had, putting some space between them, and turned toward him. If she was looking at him, she’d have to think these things through a little more fully, and the movement had woken her up a little more. And if she’d happened to let her body linger against his for a time before she moved, what of it? She was warm, and content, and Thor’s body felt good against hers. That was enough, here in this small room with no one watching.
But they were only friends, and she barely knew him. He had told her plenty, and she had surmised even more from her own abilities and critical thinking skills, but she still did not know him. And Diana reminded herself of that as he shifted away, and pulled her along with him, somewhat. She’d managed to arrange them differently now, with Thor on his back and her on her side, facing him, but it kept their bodies from touching more seriously than Diana wanted them to be.
Although that wasn’t quite true either, because what she wanted to do was throw a leg over his hips and see if he’d get any redder, but that was not an option. So Diana settled for resting her head on his shoulder. One arm curled between them and the other did wind up around his waist, but stopped with her hand splayed on his belly.
“I’m glad,” she said softly, and she smiled up at him, but it was clear that something had her a bit distracted. “Hopefully it helps.” The sleep, she meant, not... whatever was happening here, that had Diana so distracted to begin with.