Etho doesn't have any energy today. He can't figure out why, really. Tango is curled up beside him as he lays in bed, probably just as drained as Etho. But he was working all day yesterday, and all night, too, if he had to guess. But Etho hadn't stayed up at all, in fact he went to bed early. He had the longest sleep he's had in awhile, actually. But he still feels tired and doesn't want to get out of bed. His excuse for now is that Tango is very warm and if he got up he might wake him up on accident. And he couldn't have that, could he?
A scent catches his nose, though, and it tries to lure him out of bed. It smells so good; someone's making breakfast, aren't they? Etho thinks he's right about that. While him and Tango and cuddled up in bed, Wels is nowhere to be seen. The smell alone is nearly enough to make him get up, but all he manages is to hang his arms over the edge of the bed. He puts his head down in defeat. Damn, and now he wasn't cuddling with Tango anymore because he moved. Worst decision ever, possibly.
"Huh. What's wrong?" Etho hears Wels ask. He doesn't bother looking up at him.
Etho just huffs in response. "Ah. A day like that? I get it." Wels sits down beside him, laughing a bit under his breath. "Did you stay up with Tango? I'm pretty sure he saw the sunrise before he saw his bed last night." Etho shakes his head. "No... I went to bed early. But I'm still so tired." He finally decides to sit up, and quickly finds himself leaning against Wels. "You're gonna have to bring me whatever you're making here so I can eat in bed," he says, lightly scratching at Wels' arm. "No, I think you need to get up." Etho groans in response to this. If he gets up he will fall over and die, and it will be a painful slow death. And it'd all be Wels' fault for making him get up. Wels would never recover. Wels nudges him a bit so he'll stop leaning on him, but Etho just flops over. Right onto Tango, but he doesn't notice. "I can't. I don't think more rest will fix me but I need to stay in bed." Or maybe a full 24 hours would fix him! He does have a lot of sleep he missed out on in the past, after all. Wels sighs and shakes his head. He looks at Etho, and Etho sees something. An understanding look. A (perhaps?) disappointing look. "No convincing you then, huh? I suppose it won't matter much if you force it. Well then," He sits up straight, then stands up. "I better get you your breakfast." With that, he's disappeared into the other room before Etho can respond. The smell of the food still entices him still, but he stays in bed. He feels a little more content about it now.