That gentle but insistent push earns Stan a fond eye-roll and a light bap on the arm, because Ford is not going to take being coddled lying down. He's going to do it while sitting up, then he's going to lie down, because he's emotionally and physically exhausted and this has been a very, very long day. (Never mind that he's only been awake for an hour or two at the most.)

"You'll have to be if you're going to wake me up."

Lying back, Ford props himself up on his elbows and raises a brow at his brother.

"You are going to wake me up, right?"

Something tells him Stan's just going to let him wake up on his own regardless of what he promises.