York sleeps through the whole thing. He might not have been sleeping so well lately, but being with Sigma helps a ton and when Sigma gets up, he only makes a small noise and turns into the warm, recently-vacated space, burying his face into the pillow, breathing in the smell of his boyfriend and still asleep.

By the time Sigma gets back, he's more sprawled out, but still dead to the world. Sigma could be doing everything at normal volume, or even louder and he wouldn't stir much.

The weight that settles on him, however, is another matter. With a grunt, he shifts, frowning slightly as the first streams of consciousness kick in. Then the smell of coffee and the sound of Sigma's voice hit him and that's enough to get him to try and open his eyes, blinking blearily up at the slowly focusing haze in front of him. He smiles as he recognises Sigma, and rubs the sleep out of his good eye while suppressing a yawn.

'Mm, morning,' he says, looking back up now his vision's cleared a bit. He blinks. Blinks again. ...Is he seeing this right?