Raju's touch on him is light enough that Raju's hands fall away easily when Francis bolts up that way. Francis is sitting up, he is awake, and Raju takes him in; Francis doesn't know why Raju woke him up. Raju's gaze goes to the floor for a moment as the hint of a grimace moves onto his face. He sighs quietly.

"Nothing. You were dreaming," he says as he looks back up at Francis. He realises the hand that'd been on Francis' face is still hovering like it wants to reach again and he curls its fingers instead, rubbing his thumb into his fingertips to keep them busy. The grimace shifts into a similarly subtle wry smile that waits in the background of his expression, in the set of his eyebrows and at the corners of his lips. It feels wrong to just ask — he should have this figured out already — but he has to ask, doesn't he? So he does, even though his expression says he's already anticipating the answer being yes and he's preparing himself to apologise, preemptively. "Should I have let you get more sleep?"