[ asher you're in big bad law school, didn't you pick up that Sleep Literally Anywhere feat. sigma did. unfortunately whiny rich boys apparently cancel it out. ]

Yeah?

[ Admittedly, there's a frustrated noise under his breath. He'd been so close to unconsciousness... After a second, he slumps once more onto his back and lets an arm drape over his eyes. ]

What's eating you? The jail thing? The space thing? That feel when no BF? I think it's the personal nightlight that's getting me...

[ He sounds tired and annoyed, but ultimately sympathetic. Actual sleep hasn't exactly been restful here so far for him either. ]