"Don't sweat it."

He'd let her sleep. Slipping away into one of the bedrooms, he pulled aside his sleeve and started two calls- one to schedule a pro who could give Shura a better idea on how to bounce back after severe sunburn, and Naoto to let her know that hey, they got a roommate crashing for a bit.

Afterward he'd help himself to a nap as well. Why not. But he'd dream of punching the moon, becoming god and wondering how the hell he could handle any of that if he were in her shoes...