It's difficult not to react himself, realizing what a difference their bare legs make in this equation. "Night, Pepper," he murmurs in reply, lips glancing her throat with the words. It's simultaneously easier and harder to think about sleep from this position, but he's content to let her fall asleep first, as it usually happens. It helps that this hotel room has much less distraction than his house, but being close to her like this makes a big difference as well. His eyelashes flutter against her skin as he finally gives into the lull himself, suddenly dropping off when before he'd been concerned about being up for hours yet, obsessing about Doom. Now he's confident his dreams will be pleasant, and once asleep he only has cause to squeeze her tighter and move even closer into their embrace.