"You don't have to crash out on the couch, you know. Bed's big enough," he offers. "Besides--not tonight, dear. I have a headache." He's obviously not in any shape for anything more than just falling asleep but Frank had his back tonight and it seems like a dick move to banish him to the sofa. It's a nice sofa, granted. Brand new and not covered in blood anymore. So maybe it's not the worst place to spend a night and he knows that the argument will be that Frank has had worse accommodations in his life. Still. He makes it anyway and he doesn't wait for the rejection he figures is coming before turning onto his good side, facing away from Frank so he can actually try to get some of that sleep he needs.