Yusuf squeezes back, holding Nicolo's hand in his gently. His eyes briefly roam over Nicky's body and the way his side of their makeshift bed looks barely slept in, his eyebrows arching a little. He knows better than to ask about it, but expect a gentle request for you to take a nap later on, Nicky.

He rolls onto his back carefully, spotting Quynh at the very edge of the blanket, glaring mightily at the both of them. "Good morning," he says for the both of them in old Ligurian, and reaches for Quynh too, meaning to take her hand in his. She can glare all she wants, that's not going to stop Yusuf from extending affection towards her as much as he can. He won't ask how they slept, because he knows. "Breakfast?" he says instead, glancing back towards Nicolo.