"Mmn."

Taub attempted to roll over in his bed, but it turned out that there wasn't enough room to accomplish such a thing. That fact alone made him freeze and reassess his surroundings. Tiny bed, tiny room, not-so tiny man with his arm around his side.

Oh. Right. He had decided to stay at Kutner's place last night.

"Stop moving so much," Kutner murmured, his eyes still closed. He adjusted his arm so that it was lying around Taub's shoulders. "It's..." A yawn, then, "Sunday, and I don't feel like waking up until at least ten."

A smile tugged at one of the corners of Taub's lips as he shifted around even more, groping a bedside table for his phone. Kutner groaned in complaint when the light from the phone hit the backs of his eyes.

"It's quarter after ten, Kutner." Eyebrows raised smugly, Taub stared at Kutner's face as he waited for the younger doctor to wake up more.

"Ten-thirty, then." He pulled Taub closer, drawing a quiet, barely stifled squawk. "We don't have anything to do today, and I want to enjoy that..."

Taub hummed in protest, pulling away. That statement wasn't as true as he'd like. "I have to get home and you know it."

That got Kutner to open his eyes. He regarded Taub with a sleepy yet sad gaze before he reluctantly pulled his arm away from Taub to rub at his eyes. Before Taub could finally roll out of bed, that hand was back on him, cupping the side of his face.

"How much longer do you have?"

Averting Kutner's gaze, Taub looked back at his phone to check the time. "Maybe about half an hour. Eleven seems like a reasonable time to get home."
Kutner was out of bed before Taub could replace his phone on the table and sneak an extra ten minutes of sleep. He turned to blink up at the younger doctor, surprised.

"Eggs, right? Figured we can't have cereal, since we kinda finished it last night."

There was a pause as Taub slowly sat up. "I'm not sure if I can trust you with cooking anything," he said, smiling wryly, "But eggs are fine."