Face turned from the doorway laying on his stomach, Benjiro doesn’t stir as she enters the room or when she comes over to where she can look at the picture frames. Even when she gets onto the bed, the most he does is bury a little more into his pillow. His facemask is laying off at the side, teeth instead covered by the next in a line of sacrificial mouth guards he tends to bite through at night. This one happens to be blue, and barely visible. At the very least, a blanket throw is available for her to use on the end of his bed.

The incessant fatigue abates enough a short while later that the teen wakes slowly, hand feeling over the mattress next to him to locate his phone. Picking it up to groggily peak one eye at the screen as he taps it awake, he sees the time and the number of unanswered messages. Phone dropped closer to his head as his eye closes, he relaxes fully for a full ten seconds before he recognizes the odd angle of the mattress down a little lower. Both eyes open this time as he lifts his head to peek up and over to where he feels a second weight, and spots Kitty curled up for a nap herself.

Well that’s unexpected.

A check given in a glance to the doorway, he hears nothing from his aunts, then looks back to Kitty. He doesn’t want to move too much and wake her, and his body is feeling stiff enough that he isn’t eager to move much anyways. Reaching out to snag the facemask and bring it over, he switches it for his mouth guard and settles down to tap at his phone as he starts to half doze again.