[ D'Artagnan's surprised, at first. He glances down when he feels that movement and sees his friend lying there, eyes closed, still leaning on him.

For a few moments, d'Artagnan lets him lie, assuming he'll jolt awake again. But he doesn't, and moments turn into minutes, and then minutes start ticking by, and its already late.

Finally, d'Artagnan puts a gentle, yet firm hand on Athos' arm, and gives him a little shake. ]

Athos. Athos? I'm sorry, truly, but if you're going to sleep I need to get you back. Staying with me isn't worth the curfew alarm.

Come on. I'll walk you back.