The reflex hits first, a deep breath pulled into his lungs as Robin's fingers massage against the base of Ishiah's neck. With a slight turn of his head to mirror the circular motion of Robin's hands, Ishiah winces at the ache that consciousness pulls back to his muscles before turning to brush his lips against Robin's wrist and gradually working his way up to the line of Robin's jaw.

"I suppose... technically morning," mumbles Ishiah, reaching out with a hand and smoothing his palm over Robin's chest, fingers sneaking under his shirt and deftly undoing a few buttons. "Sorry I came over without asking. And sorry I fell asleep before your return."