[A bunk bed was not meant to fit two grown man of their sizes like this and how it's managing is probably because Quincy is plastered against his back and clinging to him like he's just their personal stuffed animal.
Wriothesley is a pretty light sleeper in comparison and he's very aware of the large body pressed against him. He tries not to move too much, wanting to limit how much movement he does, but he also doesn't want to be stuck like this for a lot of reasons. He awkwardly tries to tap the man's arm by reaching around.] Hey...
I. Quincy my love...
Wriothesley is a pretty light sleeper in comparison and he's very aware of the large body pressed against him. He tries not to move too much, wanting to limit how much movement he does, but he also doesn't want to be stuck like this for a lot of reasons. He awkwardly tries to tap the man's arm by reaching around.] Hey...