If she thinks making him laugh is going to convince him to let her stay - well, she doesn't even have to work that hard, really. All she'd really have to do is fail to leave.

"Have I given any indication," he says, swallowing his last french fry with a smile, "that I'm not keeping up? I'll double my caffeine intake if you're worried."

But the reality, isn't going to be stated unless it's dragged out of him and probably doesn't need to be said anyway, is that the rumpled blankets are more sign of restlessness than any kind of sleep. He gets at least a few hours every night, and that's good enough.

Probably.