Timothy was resting his head against something soft, warm and—his eyes bleared open, and the sight prompted him to get out right away. The man stumbled out of the rug and he pulled himself up to his feet. He fell asleep while resting his head on her leg?
The young man wouldn't even question how it happened, because it just did. He rubbed his face and shook his head, memories of falling asleep while trying to tend and watch over the girl came to mind. She should have kicked him out though, or had she fallen asleep before him?
It was the only reasonable answer.
Closing the mana lamp still left glowing, he gazed around and noticed that the room was clean—well, he ended up cleaning most of it last night, and then decided to watch over the girl until he fell asleep? He slapped a hand over his cheek, "Concentrate." The very first thing that came automatic to him when he woke up, it was eating breakfast.
