Apollo was an early riser— with the sun, baby— and more used to being the one waking up before his partners. But it wasn't anywhere near morning when whispers in his room pulled him out of sleep. No, not his room; Cin's.
He blinked himself awake and shifted over, reaching out of the covers in an easy movement to fish his underwear— Emporio Armani— out of the pile of clothes beside the bed and at least pull those on before Brody joined them. "Hey buddy," he said, his voice low and soft— was Brody awake? Sleepwalking? There was something slightly out of place about him, but it was taking Apollo a sleepy moment or two to figure out what.