He could shake him. It would be easy to walk over, grab him by his damn uniform shirt and shake him awake and off that couch.

Instead Duv sighs, long and heavy. If Ivan is sleeping that hard then he must need it. He stares for a second longer before quickly averting his gaze to march over to his comconsole desk. The thought that Ivan should be preparing himself for a meeting with his mother briefly crosses his mind, but he'd be surprised if the younger man wasn't aware of that fact already.

Duv tries very, very hard to stay focused on his work and pretend that his very attractive subordinate isn't laying on his couch and exposing his stomach to him.