"...afternoon," he says, and adjusts his mind suitably. "It's fine, I was waking up."

He brings a hand up to scrub thoughtfully at his eyes, blinking at her with something like fascination. He's woken up next to women before, of course, it's just never quiet felt like this. He can't even place the feeling, only knows that it reminds him of getting into his X-wing after a few days of leave, feeling the old seat under him and knowing exactly what he had to do. Or coming back to a familiar bunk, or-

comfortable is the word that finally swims up from his mind, and he knows it's the one that fits. This feels oddly right, like he just sort of belongs here.

So the smile grows a little more, and he stretches, yawning widely. "Did you sleep well?"

After, he means.