He'd been asleep, his arm out flung over his head and the blankets rumpled around him. It had been hard getting to sleep between his errands for Madam Lestrange earlier in the day and then the row with Marietta. Not that he wasn't used to rowing with Marietta, that was rather par for the course.
There had been a few drinks, too, at the club, and he'd fallen asleep with that vaguely headachy, dehydrated feel that he knew he'd probably regret a bit in the morning.
When Marietta jumped in bed with him, he jerked out of his sleep groggily, his eyes opening just long enough to take in the rain pounding against his window and the girl huddled against his side, before he made a quiet, half asleep noise and moved to pull the covers over both of them.