He's just asleep

You go in to see James is just asleep in bed. He's tall, sorta out of shape, acne, bad hair that is not made any better by being in bedhead mode. You walk over to him and pull the covers off. Thank God, he was wearing sweat pants and a tee shirt so you saw nothing.

"Get the fuck up, James," you order. "If you make us late and have to stand in mile long lines for everything, I'll fucking knock your mom up."

"Oh fuck off," James said, rolling over. "Ten more minutes."