Long enough with the hair fiddling and he might've fallen back asleep, honestly. But he's pretty happy overall to be awake even if he does feel kind of like human garbage physically. They've all had worse. Pain means you're alive or something.

"I'm better looking than Rapunzel," he retorts mildly before doing what he's told, rolling over to lay on his stomach with his arms as a pillow and his head tucked down in the space they've made. He's quiet until the first time his spine pops and then he grunts softly, both affirmation that it was a good spot and encouragement to keep going. Which was obviously unnecessary as now he's just laying here with his fingers flexing a little because sure each pop hurts but in the best possible way really.

He feels a little boneless again and eventually a muffled "thank you" escapes from the vicinity of where his face is. Then he stretches his arms out flat against the mattress in an idle stretch, head turning and dropping to the bed so he can look at him properly.