Royce's eyes shot open. He would have sat up immediately, but there was a suspicious weight on his chest. He wasn't that concerned about it though. At first he was content to lay in his makeshift bed, for he knew nothing but trouble would follow his rising, but then he felt the weight shift and...sigh? He opened his eyes again and looked to see just what the weight was. And so he was quite shocked to see it was Charlotte.
He fought off a rather large wave of panic by biting his lower lip. He had nothing against Charlotte, and he always tried not to make a big deal out of it (...which is why I've never brought it up...) but the simple fact was that he wasn't comfortable with physical contact. He suppressed some tremors as he felt his palms start to sweat. He steeled his resolve and, after wiping his hand of his uniform, placed a hand on Charlotte's shoulder. He intended to gently shake her awake, but halted as he felt her warmth, even through her uniform.
His brain went fuzzy for a moment and he briefly considered laying there for a while longer, observing how her short, blond hair obscured parts of her face. Not her lips though; they were slightly parted and she steadily drew breath through them. He found the soft sound surprisingly pleasant. The whole picture made a smile tug at the corners of his mouth. 'She does look tired. After all, I can't remember seeing Charlotte sleep or rest even once since we met...not that I've been watching her or anything...' He grew confused by his own thoughts. He swallowed as he realized he had started gently stroking his thumb in small circles on her shoulder without knowing it. Tightening his grip on her shoulder slightly, he shook her with a little force, saying in an equally gentle voice, "C-Charlotte, Charlotte wake up...please?"
OOC: Sorry this took so long.