Hobbes slid his hand into Pinocchio's, squeezing hard. He licked his lips, looking down at Mike's sleepy face, feeling the familiar stretch in his chest at the sight of him so at ease and vulnerable. He really did smile, then.

"...'m trying," he said, and meant 'I already did'. He squeezed Mike's hand again. "Just sleep it off, man. Morning will look better."