Anton disappeared toward the bathroom and Erskine sighed, somewhat mollified by the music and the knowledge that Anton would be returning, but still pretty well convinced that Anton was, in fact, insane. 'Almost five o'clock' wasn't a getting-out-of-bed time, it was a going-to-bed time... unless one was at war. Which they weren't.

He crawled back into the bed and burrowed under the covers despite not being overly cold, because he'd always had a liking for bedclothes. It came of spending so much time in them awake (for various reasons) and having spent so much time away from them during the war. Lying on his stomach, he faceplanted on the pillow that had become his and drifted in and out of a half-sleep state, enjoying the music if nothing else.