[There's the strangest ache in her chest when she sees him curl up like that. Moving as slowly and delicately as possible, she shifts him so that he's laid out on his side with his head on her lap, facing away. There's almost no doubt that this will wake him up, but it looks so much more comfortable.
Then she manages to tug a blanket off the back of the couch and drape it over him, a bit awkwardly but well enough to cover most of him.]