[Yeah. He does. He isn't sure what to think of that, has figured there are definitely things Dick hasn't told him and likely won't and that's fine. Everybody has secrets, who the fuck cares? Junpei has enough of his own and being like this is supposed to be easy and free of thought.

There's a slow blink, which is actually probably a wink given it's one eye, as he looks at Dick and assesses that expression. Whatever it is, he presses another kiss to his throat before settling down again. He doesn't stretch, or move, or flex, staying in a small compact shape curled up and pulling the covers over himself. Dick can stay outside of the sheets, it's fine.]

Shows what you know. When I was in college I used to be able to fall asleep anywhere and knock out for as long as people would let me. [Still a joke, but also college feels like forever ago. One hand is curled into a fist against Dick's chest and the other is at his own side, fingers already slowly tapping.] And just for that challenge, I'm bumping it up to ten whole minutes.

[Strategically finding ways to keep Dick in bed longer? Maybe. But also, he's lazy right now.]