"You're always of good use." Anthony's eyes had drifted closed again, far too tired to keep them open. Early morning really was the worst time of the day. The sun was barely out, and waking up then was just horrible. You knew that your time for sleep was seriously limited once early morning hit. Thankfully, they had the whole week off and it really didn't matter if he slept until noon. Which he very well might do.
"You're the best." He was breathy, just barely awake now. He was hanging onto consciousness by mere threads. He was aware enough though to lift his leg, allowing Michael room to put his own leg, and pushed back against the other just a little tighter, if that were possible. He made a little noise in the back of his throat, a content little whimper and he was asleep again, warm and happy in secure arms.