He can tell she's trying to look calm, but her grip on the couch-back betrays more than she's letting on. "It's alright. I wasn't asleep for very long, anyway." He hesitates. It strange, not knowing quite what to say to her. It's like there's a bump he can't get by, not knowing even slightly the breadth of what she's gone through. And that's an uncomfortable and foreign feeling.

He takes a few steps towards her, before stopping at her side to rest a hand on the small of her back. He can tackle this, one step at a time. "You were having trouble sleeping yourself, weren't you."