Oliver hadn't noticed Marco leaving the room, as dead to the world as he was, but the instant he felt a body wrapping around his stirred, grunting and shifting closer. Subconsciously he knew it was Edwin, even if his brain was far from catching up to the rest of what their situation was and had been over the past twenty-four hours.
"....time is it?..." he mumbled, eyes still closed, quite content to float back off to sleep if nothing pressing was going on. Unless, his brain decided, Edwin was waking him up for a reason, and it used what little context it had to meander away from "emergency" and towards "sexy", the prospect of which finally motivated him enough to crack one eye open. It sure was bright in the room for first thing in the morning.