"Mmm..." The noise is half-disapproving growl. "Morning should be illegal." John is curled up against Gladio's side. His body aches from the marathon sex adventure of the previous night; he hasn't gone at it like that since college. Unfortunately, while he'd like to fall back asleep, his internal clock is now insisting that he get up and start moving. And if he doesn't want the ache to settle in for the day, he should probably go and workout a bit, or at least do some stretching.

Even for the complaining, though, John rolls away from the other man and sits up to stretch in bed. "Didn't bring workout clothes." He should have thought that through a little more. He supposes he could just use the pajamas he never bothered wearing. There's also a part of him that's once more, in the light of day, a little nervous to face Gladio's entourage. Especially after the racket they were making. That particular anxiety is an unhelpful and idiotic one, though, so he tries to push it away.

"Is the gym in the building?" John rises from the bed and stretches again, cracking his back before heading toward the bathroom.