Edward didn't often surrender to full on sleep. He had trained himself to keep one ear open, to be aware, even in sleep. Not so, this time. He was exhausted, physically, mentally, and sexually. Sleep was a blessed blanket of retreat, consciousness shut down...
To make way for an alternate consciousness. Henry slowly came to awareness. He lay still for a moment, assessing the aches and pains, mentally assessing himself. He could wiggle his toes and move both hands. All four limbs were accounted for. His back was the biggest concern. The ache he'd felt from the beating Edward had taken didn't even register, now.
He opened his eyes, vision fuzzy. He blinked rapidly to clear his eyes. He was on his stomach, and he lifted his head to try and get a better look around. he was aware of another body beside him. He silently cursed Edward, having no knowledge of what Edward had done, and no idea where he was.
He was definitely not home. And, damn it all, his back hurt so bad he couldn't keep his head up. He had to piss, and he wasn't even sure he could move.