Richard almost made it the whole night without waking up. Andrew got the panicked, relieved call from Ford around 5 am. Richard had opened his eyes, asked what time it was, and then had gone back to sleep.
That meant nothing. If Richard's sleeping habits were anything like when they were younger, he'd be up again within a half an hour. Andrew scrambled, waking Maxwell up and letting him know that Richard was awake. Maxwell, bleary-eyed watched as Andrew shoved his glasses on and rushed to get dressed.
Maxwell followed him, still half asleep, going through the motions of getting dressed while he was still trying to wake up. He looked like he was moving in slow motion while Andrew felt a sense of urgency burning under his skin. He tried his best not to rush the other man, but Maxwell could sense it, and with a chuckle and smile, he slid on one of Andrew's sweaters, drowning Maxwell in fabric before he tucked it into his pants.
