Josh sleeps remarkably peacefully for someone who's putatively a prisoner, and it doesn't take him long to go from decorously curled up on his side to spread-eagled face down across pretty much the entire bed. He hardly moves after that, though when Dwayne finally gets up and starts moving around he actually shifts a little, and when he raps on the doorframe he rolls onto his side and blinks his eyes open, looking groggy and disoriented for all of five seconds or so before it evidently comes flooding back to him.

He scrubs his hands over his face then sprawls onto his back and stretches luxuriously before even trying to answer. "Ye-ah." It's broken up by a yawn, and he looks sheepish when he pushes himself to sit upright and try again. "Yeah, I, uh, I think so." He swings his legs over the side of the bed and sits there for a few seconds, then smiles up at Dwayne. "Yeah, I'm good. Don't feel like I'm in danger of face planting when I stand up anymore, and the gnomes have stopped playing drums in my head."