Joe found them in the early hours of the morning when he woke up to go on an early run. Frank's snores had alerted him of their presence; his guffaw was loud enough to bring them both to consciousness. Nancy stirred slightly, stretching out her arms before opening her eyes. When she blinked awake, she made a startled sound and lifted herself from the boy she had slept on. Joe's responding chortle startled her even more.

"What—time is it?" she asked, even as her speech was interrupted by a yawn.

"Four-thirty. Geez, did you two sleep like that?"

She leaned backward to crack her spine. "Apparently."

Frank moaned and kicked a little as he began to wake; the heels of his hands rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"Man, wait till Callie hears about this!"

Immediately Frank removed his hands from his face; his eyes were wide open and he sat up like a shot. "What?"

Joe was nearly doubled over with laughter. "Happy morning after! Boy am I glad I was here to see this." He shook his head, grinning widely, before he waved goodbye to Nancy. "See you both in a bit," he murmured through the rest of his giggles.

"What happened?" Frank asked her, loosening into a slouch, still very tired.

"We just—ah." Her face was on fire. "I fell asleep on top of you, that's—that's it."

"I don't even remember falling asleep!" he moaned as he stretched. "God, but really—you slept on top of me?" He glanced up at her with a sheepish grin. "That couldn't have been very comfortable."

"It was, actually. I slept really…well." Suddenly conscious of her bedhead, she frantically ran a hand through her hair. "I must look a mess!"

"You look fine."

She snorted. "You're a good liar."

"I'm not lying!" He was surprisingly vehement on the subject; it brought the blush back to her cheeks, especially as she noticed how beautifully disheveled his own hair was.

"Thanks."

He smiled and stood, and stretched. "I might try to get a few more hours of sleep in before the folks get up," he said through another yawn. "I'm still tired."

"Yeah—me too." She didn't want him to leave, not when the memory of his body against hers was so close in her mind.

He turned from her and headed to his room, but just as he reached the door, she called, "You want to hang out later—just the two of us? On the boardwalk?" Immediately he turned back, and his smile was so bright, so earnest.

"I'd like that. G'night."

"Night."

And he vanished into his room.