Despite the exhaustion, Wolfram still kicked and punched in his sleep. Yuuri finally sat up, trying to rub life into his sleepy eyes.

"Wolfram, please…" he pleaded, but the answer of the blond wasn't a moan this time, rather a snort. Conrad, lying on Wolfram's other side, gave a sleepy chuckle.

"If you hold him he won't hit you." Conrad informed. Yuuri blinked, but he was too tired to question the information; once he did Wolfram did stop trashing in his sleep. He was going to say thanks when he realized something else.

"Wait, why you didn't tell me before?!"