Poison rolls into the warm spot that Jack leaves behind, nearly face-down in the pillow. He has at least enough sense not to suffocate himself in his sleep.

He sleeps all the way through Jack's yoga endeavors, which is probably a shame for the view he's missing.

He sleeps deeply enough that he's a little startled when Jack wakes him up, but at least he doesn't flail. "Huh?" He looks around, a little dazed. He doesn't remember where he is for a second. Then he sees Jack, and a smile slowly appears.

"Hey," he says. "G'morning. Is it morning?" He looks toward the window.