Will had almost forgotten where he went to sleep. He drowsily woke when Tuck got up, and lay dozing for a good while before he decided he was properly awake.
He swung his legs out and decided to go have a shower. It was a little tricky trying to wash his hair with one hand and try not to get the strapping on the other hand wet, but he managed it for the most part. He couldn't quite bring himself to shut the bathroom door behind him though.
He could hear someone in the kitchen by the time he was dressed. He'd pulled on a pair of loose track pants and a long-sleeved teeshirt, his hair still damp, in an artfully messy kind of way.
"Morning," he said as he wandered in. "You got a kettle on already?"