"Luckily," he says, smiling slightly. "Not sure why people do, to be honest. Not that I'm complaining." Not about this, anyway. He's smiling, but inwardly he's feeling suddenly exhausted, and frustrated, and he would do just about anything in the world to be out of this bed right fucking now.

He just doesn't know what else to do.

"You don't have to stay here," he says quietly, settling back against Eostre again and not looking at either of them, and not trying to clarify who he's talking to. "'M okay."