Riley's already pushing himself up, one hand reaching out to use Aidan's shoulder as support as he pulls himself up to his feet. It's a visible enough effort because sitting down for too long periods seems to remind his body that if circumstances were different, he should still be asleep.

He shoots Aidan a look from beneath his brows. "Don't even think of carrying me onto that chair, Aidan." And because he can't resist the jab. "You're a married man now."