[ If he were slightly less sleep-deprived, he might have realized he'd clumsily tripped over something there, in Claude's drawn out silence. Something he usually takes far more care with - and for good reason.

Claude's suggestion is a good one and normally he'd be all for that, but...

He gives a quiet sigh and shifts away enough to give himself some space, absently defensive without even realizing he's doing it. His gaze flits up to the ceiling again, wishing he could see the stars from here. ]

I tried sleeping draughts back home a few times. They put me to sleep but... that usually just meant I couldn't wake myself up when my dreams turned dark. Which isn't an improvement and I think I'd prefer the lack of sleeping to that, honestly. Not that either option is a good one.