"Really? The floor?" Mild, interested. Marcus doesn't have Midnighter's technological augmentations, but he's attentive enough to Midnighter's little twitches to notice them — they're unusual. He's concerned a moment, but Midnighter's tired and just pulled a gnarled metal bar from his torso. Maybe muscle spasms are part of the healing process.

All the same, he wraps his arm tighter about him, protective.

"Slept in some weird places. Never made me anything but grateful for beds, though." He scritches his fingers through Midnighter's scalp. "We can sleep on the floor, darling. 'S you that needs the rest."