Tony sleeps, but not very well. When morning comes, he's not rested at all, and the hangover he'd expected has arrived. He thinks he has some meeting or event or something that he's supposed to be going to, but he petulantly decides to ignore it. If it's that direly important, his dad will call and bother him.

When there's a knock on his door, he's mostly fallen back asleep. His groggy brain can't figure out if it's real or a dream, and doesn't prioritize it. He grunts and squeezes the pillow he's hugging a little tighter. He doesn't acknowledge the knock.