Midnighter does move, but it's to put more of his weight on Marcus and pin him down. He's happy to be a lodestone if it means Marcus will stop being weird about this. And it's very weird. He can't decide what it means. Nobody's ever offered to sleep on the floor for him before.

He appreciates the thought, but he can't take Marcus up on it.

"No," he says, his head still pressed onto Marcus' chest. He's lying flat and boneless, draped over him. "Not fucking letting my boyfriend sleep on the floor. I'm half asleep already." He nuzzles his forehead into Marcus' chest a little, trying to belabor the point.