Despite Steven's efforts not to disturb Greg's sleep, it makes little difference; he doesn't drift off for much more than a few minutes at a time.

Most of the night is lost staring into the darkness and replaying the events of the night over in Greg's head. What happened, what went wrong, how he could have avoided it or helped Sans more, how he could have screwed it up worse and not made it at all... finally, the sheer depth of unfamiliarity has sunk in. He's lived around magic most of his life now, but he's always kept a wall between it and himself, able to retreat when it gets too much. The wall isn't there anymore.

When light peeks through and Steven stirs, Greg takes a deep breath. He rubs at his eyes, props himself up at a pillow, and smiles at his son. "Mornin', kiddo. You sleep all right?"