Jean-Claude
Jason honestly hadn't slept at Jean-Claude's side all day. He had gotten up for a while to do stuff that needed to be done. Like eat, mainly. And pick up laundry. And check in on some people. And go for a run, sans fur.
By the time he came back from the run and grabbed a shower, it was close enough to the end of the day that he went straight downstairs. Which was how he ended up dozing on the free side of the bed, hair still damp and smelling faintly of soap.