The movement jostles him just enough as his eyes are drooping. He doesn't move yet, letting his hand fall away as Gabe sits up. Damnit. The bed's warmth where he'd just been lying making everything in his chest ache.

He vaguely recalls all of Gabe's clothes being on the floor at the foot of the bed.

"Might...not want to step off the side of the bed."

The words come out soft, tentative, like he wasn't sure if he should say anything or not. His gaze goes further into the room at the mess he's made, closer to Gabe's side of the bed. Bits of wood, plastic and some nails litter a corner of the room, and very likely little chips and pieces are imbedded in the flooring. Things that probably wouldn't be easy to pick up on just by glancing at the floor.

Last thing you want is a nail in your foot after all this, right?