Ignis smiled wider than he had in months and shook him with a little more enthusiasm.

"Now, now. We've slept nearly ten hours, we would do well to get up. You, especially, need a wash and a shave. We'll go to my apartment and I'll make breakfast," he rubbed his back before slipping out from under him. He knew that his shirt would be a wretched, wrinkled mess, but he didn't really have a change of clothes and would have to deal with it. He smoothed it out where he could. He went to feel his hair and sighed. He was a real mess.

"Your things were delivered here from the capital, so you should be able to find a change of clothes. They might be out of fashion, but you'll have to ask someone else."

He found his coffee cup on the nightstand nearby and unthinkingly took a sip.

Ugh, why. He was really off his game already.