"M'not- y'know I'm- I'm sleeping just fine," he insists, shaking his head a little. Maybe he can afford to be a little less stubborn around these parts but old habits die hard. Slumping a little in the couch, looking semi-defeated, he breathes out a sigh and tries not to be one of her difficult patients.

"They don't- I haven't seen them in a while. The kids..." A soft confession, and one that was painful to make if the way he steals a quick glance of Claire is anything to go by. It's supposed to be a win, but it doesn't feel like one right now.

Well, if it's of any consolation, it doesn't feel like much of anything right now with him drifting in and out of consciousness.