Omega hasn't shouted at him to wake up in years. He jolts awake, immediately aware of York beneath him on the couch. Bracing against the cushions, he pushes himself into a seated position so he can face his brother.

"Sleeping," he snaps, because shouting is no way to wake someone. "What time is it?" He rubs his eyes and feels the tear-tracks on his cheeks. Leave them, he decided. Let Omega know exactly what he's dealing with.