The slight crick in his neck when he wakes up was worth not having to move once he'd sat down. Sure, the mattresses were right there, but the floor is smooth and more or less level, the temperature's fine, nobody's shooting at him... all told, he wakes up just over two hours later feeling much better! With the mattress, he really might have slept until the suns went down, so it all worked out in the end.

He doesn't jolt awake, just a short, sharp inhale, a second or two pause as he listens all around the room for any trouble, and then a showy yawn and stretch once he's sure everything's fine. More than fine, once he spots the food left out for him!

Wherever in the room Tim is, he's getting beamed at. Full-force Smile of Hope and Delight, in technicolor.

"You made me lunch?"

Seriously. Favorite alternate self ever.