[ Claude's sort of attempting to stretch his back, mostly by doing so in place, and is about to prop an arm behind his head when suddenly: there's arms around him moving over. A flicker of surprise crosses his face though it's gone a split second later, since - well. It's unexpected, but it's not unpleasant at all. There's maybe a slight sort of smile to go with it though it's (probably) mostly lost to get comfortable against Sylvain's chest. ]

I'm not the one who said they couldn't move. [ If it'd been a slight smile before, now he's just grinning and there's no disguising it in his voice either, especially as he tilts his head back for a kiss to where Sylvain's neck meets his shoulder. ] Not to mention one of us requires a lot less sleep than the other if the last few months are anything to go by.

[ Yes, he's counting that in his favor. ]