“What the fuck are you doing?” Miguel asked groggily, noticing the still-awake Alonzo pacing in their pod.
“Thinking,” Alonzo replied bluntly.
“Now? It’s four thirty in the fucking morning,” Miguel grumbled, shifting slightly to allow Alonzo to sit down.
“So? This is when I get my best thinking done,” the blonde replied, stretching out his legs and shifting closer to Miguel.
“So you’re going to keep pacing?” Miguel glanced blearily at the small glowing clock in the corner.
“Probably, why?”
“Well, because you either decide to keep pacing back and forth like that, or, since there’s really no point in going back to sleep," with this the grining brunette flung the covers off the bed, "you could rise and shine me.” Miguel winked, grazing a hand lightly over Alonzo’s stomach.
Alonzo pretended to consider for a moment before deciding to prove, once again, that although he did his best thinking under the cover of night, he did his best work under the covers.