He bent one arm under him, propped up on his elbow, rested his chin in his palm, and watched Nick walk out of the bathroom.
“Hey, morning. You’re finally awake.” Nick crossed to where they’d left their bags and dug out jeans and a shirt.
“Hey, yourself.” Todd scratched at the back of his head. “Since the day I took you from this place, getting you up in the morning has required a crowbar…or dynamite. I can count the number of times on one hand that you were out of bed before me.”
Nick looked at the floor between his feet. A slow, sly smile formed on his face while a light blush worked its way down from his ears. He glanced at Todd from under his bangs. “Well, we’ve got a job to do, and what we need isn’t going to find itself.” Nick pulled his jeans on and stuffed his hands in his pockets.
Todd sat up and swung his feet around to the floor. “No, it’s not. You have a point.” He pushed off the bed. “Mind if I get dressed first, maybe have a shower?”