[For the Doctor]
Things were getting slightly ridiculous.
At first, he could write it off as stress-related insomnia, but then he was only getting two or three hours a night and while it let him function, it didn't leave him very hospitable or warm or friendly. Actually, it sort of left him mostly...useless. He shifted in bed with another heavy sigh, draping his arm around the Doctor's waist, as if that was somehow going to help him. At least it gave him the sense of comfort.
Maybe if he just waited a little longer, Nate would have a nightmare or need something. Which was a terrible thing to hope for, but at least it would give his mind something to occupy itself over. Another heavy sigh and he turned back to his back, arm draped over his eyes as he kicked the covers off and tried to start counting sheep.
...as if that had ever worked.
At first, he could write it off as stress-related insomnia, but then he was only getting two or three hours a night and while it let him function, it didn't leave him very hospitable or warm or friendly. Actually, it sort of left him mostly...useless. He shifted in bed with another heavy sigh, draping his arm around the Doctor's waist, as if that was somehow going to help him. At least it gave him the sense of comfort.
Maybe if he just waited a little longer, Nate would have a nightmare or need something. Which was a terrible thing to hope for, but at least it would give his mind something to occupy itself over. Another heavy sigh and he turned back to his back, arm draped over his eyes as he kicked the covers off and tried to start counting sheep.
...as if that had ever worked.