The movement sort of woke him, but he didn't really want to come completely to. He was exhausted, mentally and physically, and he didn't sleep much to begin with, so his body really didn't want him to stop now that he had started. But at the sound of his name, he drew in a sharp breath and sat up, staring blearily at Jake.

And his lack of drooling groaning zombie-like nature.

He very nearly started crying again, squeezing Jake's fingers and making a sound that bordered on obscene, relief flooding him and making him drop his head back into Jake's thigh.