[ McBurn's sleep was more or less the really kind of long, sweeping restful sleep someone gets through a string of luck, and nothing particularly interesting happens in dream land. Plus, the simple fact that he wasn't in the City and nearby someone he trusted made it easy for him to relax, despite uh...being angry and killing someone some hours or so ago. He's gotten his priorities well lined up, folks.

Coincidentally, and obviously, he would be very oblivious to the instincts inside of Eric sensing that demonic part of him and wanting to do away with him while also scoping out his hot bod.

Since he's actually rather comfortable, assuming that Eric didn't make too many loud noises afterwards, it'll legitimately take a few hours for the blue-pink haired man to wake up, and when he did, he'll yawn and stretch.

Well, he'd be more or less surprise if Eric hadn't been taking the time to catch some Z's. But, given that's probably a little later in the morning, towards noontime, he figured that this wouldn't be a bad time to get going, and get onto the Glorious. So, he'll get his ass up and come over to kind of lazily prod with his hand at Eric who was in bed. ]

Might as well get up. Time to get going.

...You could also grab extra clothing before we make our way onto the ship, if you want. But there's no reason to linger too long around here.