A mumbling from the corner of the room that sounds an awful lot like 'Shut up, Guy and let me sleep.' sounds out. As it should for that is where H.A.R is curled up around himself trying to insulate himself from the cold unconsciously.

As soon as Guy had spoke however, Kim was wide (and painfully) awake. Why couldn't he ever just sleep through some inane blabbering, honestly?

His back hurt. Something soft was touching it.

He resigns himself to answering. So he finds the floor with his hands and pushes himself upright while blearily glancing over at Guy and Anthony. Seeing them against each other was no great surprise.

He sighed grandly while rubbing a hand over his face. Fuck it was cold.

"What is it?"