Oh, Marcus doesn't like the sound of that. He can sleep on the floor just fine: he's slept in beds for three nights straight now, what a treat. He doesn't want Midnighter putting up with stuff for his sake. The generous part of him wants to see Midnighter happy and rested and comfortable. The meaner, nastier, clingier part of him is terrified of all the compromises Midnighter makes for him: they all speed them up towards the moment that Midnighter thinks screw this and drops him.

"Oi." Gently grumpy, Marcus squeezes Midnighter's shoulders as if in retribution. "What're you talking about. You want to sleep on the floor, we'll sleep on the floor. Lemme take a pillow and I'll be happy." He tries to roll them towards the edge of the bed, but Midnighter's way too heavy to move like that.

"Oof. C'mon."