The way she shifts closer is more than a little sexy according to certain parts of him, determined to wake long before he can crawl his way to the surface. It's been a long time since he slept that nicely and before he can stop himself he's pushing his nose into her throat, thinking again how heavenly her hair smells. Wait -- who's hair? It takes him several seconds longer to realize what's happened, slowly blinking eyes open heavy with sleep.

Does he apologize? Does he break away and pretend this never happened? All of it seems too awkward to reconcile with, instead deliberately burrowing closer where she can't see his face. Which of course only exacerbates things. Not only is he sporting half a boner, but now the arc reactor presses into her too and that can't possibly be comfortable. But she's so... warm. This feels right, and now he's freaked right the hell out.

"...Morning." It's more of a mumbled realization than a greeting, but okay. He officially admits to being awake. Help him.