*stirred half-awake with the sudden sharp movement from your side of the bed (and his first muzzy thought had to do with Hil's kids jumping on the matress, but no, it's too quiet for that)*
*after several long seconds of stillness, starts drifting off again (must've been dreaming)* *until the sheet shifts against his skin again, and some instinct pries his eyes open* *blinks sleepily at the dark shape that is you—and you usually end up facing away from him, but something about the line of your shoulder and neck doesn't look right*
*whispers very softly, his voice thick with sleep* Jackie? You awake?