"You ever thought about stand-up?" he asks with a snort and there's another almost yawn from her again, he almost thinks that maybe he should go out into the living room to watch some TV or something but then he remembers that would mean being away from the warmth of her body next to him and that simply won't do. In this bed, he can forget. In this bed, there's just the two of them, hive mind be damned. "'Sides, like 80% of my doctorates are in biology. I'll leave the intricacies of the English language to the blogger."

He raises an eyebrow when she practically smothers herself against him and lifts his head to raise an eyebrow at her. "You're losing it, Gregson," he teases. He turns over onto his side, careful of his bad leg, and rests a hand on her hip, watching in amusement as she continues to laugh. "I refuse to take responsibility for this."