I'm sure she doesn't. Not even humans understand how humans work. [He's sullen but mostly he's awkward, not quite sure how to posture himself in this moment, fingers curling and uncurling. Should he uncross his arms? Should he put his hands on his hips? Nothing sounds right.

Eventually he settles on interlocking his fingers down in front of his lap, and twisting them anxiously.]

Anyway, I didn't say I'd sleep. [Yeah, not sleeping ever is impossible, but he's been getting by with just fitful naps here and there.] But I'll stay inside, at least.