[opens his eyes, bleary and unfocussed, but he still regrets it immediately, twisting his face to press into his arm, still unable to close the one exposed eye fixed on Guy. He's too pinned to do anything; can't shift his legs to plant his feet, can't seem to find any leverage in the sweat-soaked sheets under his shoulders, can't really articulate until his throat catches on the first letter of Guy's name and the rest follows in an almost pained groan]