Oddly, Jake wasn't. He was normally up with the sun, but he hadn't been sleeping very well recently. Worrying about Tommy, fretting about Neytiri and whether she'd come back, and if she did, would that send Tommy back, and... and... and... and he'd wound up tossing and turning well into the wee small hours ever since Tommy had arrived. It had all finally caught up with him, and hit him like a tonne of bricks.
Tommy's shouting barely roused him, but he mumbled a reply anyway. "m'up, tommy, shush."