Arthur, when he found the energy to move, was rather more concerned with the window. That is to say, the amount of sunlight coming through, and what that meant in terms of time of day. Merlin would be visiting in some time, and after that, practice; there was enough of a lack of any kind of schedule to the day that Arthur felt it was simply negligent to drop what little he could manage.

Of course, Leto being his roommate, he'd have to compromise lest his usual 'kick them out of bed as soon as possible' strategy end in small-time warfare.

Confident that there was at least some time before Merlin would show up, Arthur sagged back, allowing Leto to do whatever desperately girly clinging he felt he had to. Until he fell asleep, anyway.

Which would hopefully be soon.